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#WHYIS HE IN THE OCEAN!
illmetkismet · 2 months
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I always went back and forth with how Leon handled Raccoon city incident and how in remake 4 he's trying his hardest to make amends and rectify his failures that given when he finally saves Ashley and makes a new friend essentially. The more he progresses and everything crumbles around him the more his resolve grows stronger.
And then we hit the ending... with a knife incident joke and "you don't need me" i was like whyy just why, Leon? I mean, i guess you could say he doesn't wanna get too involved with people related to the government which he literally narrates that he was forced into, no matter how hopeful the end was for him it just seems like Leon cannot catch a break nor did it feel like he completely made amends with what happened. I guess not every scar will heal completely and he probably also didn't wanna drag Ashley down the horror slide he faces so there's that. Would love to see what you think if that's okay with you :))
I actually thought a lot about why Leon didn't take Ashley up on her offer to join her detail. Unlike Chris, he doesn't find meaning in his work fighting BOWs, and he's being forced to do so against his will. Ashley is offering him a pretty cushy out - yeah, protecting the president's daughter is still a hard job, but not anywhere near as hard as what he does - and he just.... Turns it down. He doesn't even hesitate.
I think partly it's that he probably doesn't think the government will let him go. Like yeah, the president might pull some strings, but what if there's consequences? What if him leaving would put Sherry in a worse position, if he's no longer there to be useful in exchange for her safety? Ultimately, the reason he doesn't ever think of leaving his horrible job in these early days (even by way of suicide) must come down to Sherry. He's not free to go where he wants, to do what he wishes, so even if he wanted to take Ashley up on her offer, I don't think he could.
But-- I don't think he wants to.
I think to him, at this point, his horrible job is some kind of post Raccoon City purgatory. A penance for surviving. Saving Ashley was a drop of redemption in his ocean of guilt; it's not enough to 'make amends', as you put it.
Not that I think Leon has a plan or a goal of any kind when it comes to that. I think he probably just can't envision any kind of future for himself because he's so stuck in the past and so busy suffering in the moment. So even when Sherry is all grown up in 6 he still doesn't leave. He tries to drink himself to death in Vendetta rather than change his situation.
Basically, Leon is mentally ill as shit 🙃 Thanks for the ask!! This was very interesting to think about!
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maldito-arbol · 2 years
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Here we gooo
Loreeee yum, HEART LORE YUMMM
Andy is here now /neg
Heart <3<3<3
“It is a question Heart is unsure how to tackle. Their own origins are fuzzy even to them, but they remember a familiar face, a soft voice, the sharp curve of a long stick. They also remember large hands. A sense that they have missed something. A dark void that seems inhabited by more than just them. Green. Pink. And they are blue, they think, as they gaze out to the ocean around them. They are water too, perhaps, but they have never known until now. They had not seen snow melt so much until it happened. “ The first couple of parts make me think of valeriana tbh, also , more?
Barrelllll grrrrrrrr I do not like you grrrrr
Intresting stuffffff mmmmmmmmm yes
👀👀👀 heart being in a body for the first time is so Intresting
Froog and strength are the best chaotic duo I’m calling it
WITNEY!!
 Eating all of this
Heandrias (?) shit yum this is gonna go baddd
Yeah strength and froog <3333
Heartttt moo
Gay ppl wow
Heandrias shit oh fuck no
What are the heart and wit doing? We shall seee
“They do hear them question Barrel, however, to which Wit responds, blissfully unaware, “Don’t worry, I am crawling.”” Hahsjsjsjsha witneyyy
Froog!! My Scrunkly scrimblo blorbo <3
Strength is here!!!
No no not the basement fuck
Andrias noo
“The letters were angry, exclamation points and scattershot curse words peppered into what was perhaps the most egregious use of incorrect grammar he had ever laid eyes on. And the pictures? The pictures showed her, another frog, presumably a romantic partner, and his heart stopped when he saw a tadpole in her arms. “ !!!!!!!! 👀👀👀👀 the tadpole is a plantar ancestor aren’t they Mal
“It was easy to leave,” she admits, and she grabs the collar of her hooded cloak, tugs down and down to expose the bare of her chest, a huge angrily red scar painted wildly across it. “My mother used to hit me too, but not so much with household items. This was a coffee pot.” “ nooo froog :((((( my girl :( 
““Sometimes…” is a mutter she says mostly to herself, but with their close proximity Andrias has no trouble hearing it. “I lay awake at night hoping when I close my eyes they’ll never open again.” Malll whyy, my girl has ✨issues ✨
Barrel boooooo, I’m gonna spray bottle him for calling wit and dimwit >:(
“Before they depart, however, Wit pauses one last time to speak to them. “Thank you for bringing me out, Heart,” she tells them, warm and happy and truly grateful. “I had a lot of fun.” “ Heartney so true <3<3
“That is not how one makes friends. You are not my friend and I am not yours. I belong solely to my Andrias. “ Hearttttt noooo nooo my Scrunkly noooo
The Scrunkles are bondinggg
I don’t remember the ship name for wit and strength but, so true <333 gay ppl
Heart holy shit 😭pleaseee mal why are you doing this
Godddd ““It was the right thing to do, coming to me with this,” he tells them, unreadable and yet electrifying. “You understand I still have to punish you though, right?” And it is whispered so dangerously it reverberates through Heart’s entire being. “ fucking hell o god mallll why, they are so unhealthy godd
Idk what to say just god holy fuck
“They count every crack, every break, every little line of imperfection that crosses their once perfect form. 
Because every single one means I love you. “
Heart holy shit….  just, Jesus
Wit and strength being gay and happy while heart is going through it
Froog <\3 
Nooo wit my girlll nooo
Godd Mal why why
“That’s not what I’m doing!!” She raises her voice now. “Why do you always assume the worst?! I liketalking to the gems—they don’t berate me constantly like you and Barrel do! And if I had to guess, you’ve been doing it to them too!! Treating them like shit just because you know you’ll get away with it! Heart flinched just a minute ago—don’t even try to tell me you haven’t hit them!”
Heart is not sure who makes the move—whether it is their own instinct, or Andrias’s, or maybe a little bit of both of them, but that giant hand that makes them so, so angry shoots out, those fingers that have cracked and broken them so many times close around a tiny pink form, and her words are choked into nothingness . Little legs squirm and strain against their palm, but neither of them let go. They cannot. They do not want to. “
FROOG FROOG FROGG NOO
FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT
Barrel boooo
Oh fuck noo why andriasss whyy
Boooo andrias dad booo
Andrias nooo let go of froogggg
WOOO YEAH WARHAMMER YEAHHH
Goddd
Booo andrias bitch motherfucker I hate him so much
OOOOOOOOO WIT AND STRENGTH HAVE BEEN IN A BODY TOGETHER BEFORE MARCY
The core holy fuck holy fuck
“He is smiling at Andrias, a smile that he simultaneously wants to beat into a pulp and kiss into oblivion, that perfectly awful juxtaposition between the two intense emotions for his dear friend. He growls. “ gay ppl /neg
“Barrel’s hands are trembling, but he nods. “My destiny awaits.” He cracks a smile of his own. “And so does yours.”
When he flips the switch, the world fills with sound. Screams, cries, the grating and terrifying scrapes of metal coming alive before them both. 
Oh, he hates being crossed, but watching his oldest friend reach something he has worked for with all his blood, sweat, and tears is something he just cannot bring himself to prevent. 
And the hope in Heart dies with Barrel. 
The Core was supposed to be ours. 
A single, orange eye opens from the top to the bottom, and it snaps to them both, utterly silent in the dead of night. “ GRGHRHSHSHSHSHAJJAIEE MAL IM GONNA DIE
That fucking crown grrrr
“They grow numb to the suffering by the time they return to the box for the long haul. By the time the three of them drift through the passage of time for centuries and centuries until one girl finds them one day, a dusty old box on a shelf in a thrift store, when she takes what does not belong to her, when she and her friends open the box and three gems are released all over again, but they are so, so different this time. 
They had held out hope that they would see Andrias again, but when they finally did, the finality of change that had desecrated their once fiercely and deathly loyal self so too had severed their tie to him. They could not go back. As much as they craved to, as much as they desperately missed him, they cannot lose another. They cannot lose Anne Boonchuy. 
They will never lose another. “  MALLLL GRRR,
Godddd this whole thing
““You deserved so much better, Heart,” she says instead, and the entire world flips on its head. “Maybe if you’d gotten someone who wasn’t Andrias, maybe if you’d gotten someone even just a little bit nicer, maybe you wouldn’t feel like you need to do bad things all the time.” Her gaze is downcast, reflective. “What you had with him was not healthy . It was… abusive. Nobody should ever treat you like that.”” Yess anneee say itt
“It strikes them like a stab through the chest. Proud. She’s proud of me. 
“ Mal Mal Mal Mal Mal 
““…Anne.” They try it. It feels strange, but in a good way. Saying everyone’s full names gets tiring after a while. “Does this mean we’re friends?”
“Geez, you’re persistent,” she tells them, but it doesn’t sound like an insult. “Like I said, I can’t say we’re friends, but I also can’t say we’ll never be. There’s still a lot you have to apologize for, still a lot you’ve gotta work on, but now that I understand where a lot of it comes from, I could help you?”
“Are you okay with that?”
She nods. “Yeah! I like helping people. Doing it too much is my problem, but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna stop completely. And maybe we can help each other. I still have a ways to go myself.”
Helping each other. That sounds… beautiful. 
“I would like that.”” 🥺🥺I’m gonna die
I am gonna sue you now Mal >:(( why would you do this to all of them, just let them be gay and happy.
HEART TIME LORE TIME ITS EXCITEMENT HOURS
FUCK Andy all my homies hate Andy
Heheeehehehehehehe
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Yes. Yes I AM dropping hints about the gems’ origins, but we’ll get into it more during Witney’s chapter!
Ah, Barrel. I both love and hate this man so much (affectionate)
GOOD
YES!! I LOVE THE GEMS LEARNING TO NAVIGATE BODIES
THEY ARE AND YOU SHOULD SAY IT
WITNEYYYY
Heandrias is the worst thing I ever did and I’m so proud of it
What :) are :)) Heart :))) and :)))) Wit :))))) doing :))))))
THE “DONT WORRY I AM CRAWLING” LINE WAS MY FUCKING FAVORITE AND I HAVE WANTED TO MAKE A COMIC ABOUT IT SINCE THE DAY I STARTED THE HEART CHAPTER ITS SO FUNNY, ESPECIALLY SINCE HEART TAKES IT 100% SERIOUSLY
Welcome to the Basement again :)
Oh Yes this is my explanation for where the Plantars came from!! Terrible isn’t it
Froog has…been through it. This poor baby
We’re all gonna spray bottle Barrel for being a dick to Witney
HEARTNEY SO FUCKING TRUE
They’re bonding we love to see it <3
WENGTH. WENGTH MY BELOVED.
Because I Can :^)
Heandrias is by far the Worst Relationship I have ever created, I should give myself a fucking medal
Yeah. It’s a lot isn’t it.
Fucking rip my girl Froog, she deserved so much better 💔
Andrias’s dad we Hate to see him
YES WENGTH HAVE BEEN CONVERGED BEFORE ISNT THAT FUN (TERRIBLE)
Gay ppl/neg (HEY YOU FOUND A WAY TO USE /NEG)
*pats u*
The Crown :^)
Heart and Anne my beloveds 💜 let them have healthy character interaction for the love of god
Thank u for the ask and haha just try to take me to court you’ll never take me aliiiiiiiive
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johnnysnostril · 3 years
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makeup sex with nct 127 | part three [18+]
doyoung, jaehyun & jungwoo
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“leave me alone.” i mumbled as i tossed my phone on the passenger seat of my car. i watched as the screen shut off completely before looking out towards the windshield.
this was my happy place.
the ocean.
i loved it here- i alway came here to think and just relax.
as i got out the car, i wrapped myself in my cardigan- feeling the cold breeze against my skin. i took my time walking out to the sand, taking off my sandals as the concrete ended.
i tip-toed to the shore and sat close enough to the water, just to get my feet wet.
as the thought of doyoung with another woman ran through my head, i tucked my knees into my chest and hugged myself.
being insecure was going to be the death of me. he knew i had trust issues, but he promised to help me work through this.
they just looked like they knew each other too well.
i didn’t even notice that an hour went by, until the sun started setting.
“mm, i should probably head back..” i said to myself.
“you’re a terrible hider.” i heard doyoung’s voice say. i could tell he was smiling.
“who said i was hiding?” i said keeping my eyes on the water.
he was silent for a moment.
as he sat down next to me, he stretched his legs out and sighed.
“how’d you even find me?” i finally said.
doyoung chuckled.
“you always come here, babe.”
i rolled my eyes at how well he knew me.
moving in front of me, he positioned himself so i was sitting in between his legs.
“baby, i’m sorry.” he began. “i was stupid to think that the performance wouldn’t trigger you. i didn’t think at all, actually. i’m sorry.” he voiced in a low tone.
i kept my eyes down.
“i had to see things from your prospective and now i understand- i would be upset too if i was in your shoes.”
“i’m not just being dramatic, you know?” i replied. “i can’t help it sometimes- i just don’t wanna see you with someone else..” i whispered. “and i understand. i wouldn’t wanna see you with anyone but me.” doyoung took my hands and laced our fingers.
“i’m new at this boyfriend stuff-“ he smiled. “i promise, i’ll get it right one of these days. be patient with me, please.” he pleaded. “look at me-“
our eyes met and he smiled.
“i love you. i’m not going anywhere, okay? you got me. i promise you’re the only one i want.”
i fell to pieces on the inside.
suddenly, i found myself climbing into his lap- resting my cheek on his shoulder. doyoung wrapped his arms around me and squeezed tightly. “do you forgive me?” he whispered. i nodded and gently kissed his neck. “i just miss you all the time, you know?” i whined. “i know baby. and i miss you too. let me make it up to you.” he said rubbing my back. i pulled away, looking right at him. “how are you going to do that?” i asked.
he softly smirked, pushing me on my back to lay in the sand. doyoung hovered over me and pressed his lips against mine. i smiled against his lips and wrapped my arms around his neck.
this felt like heaven.
immediately, i felt him getting excited. chuckling, i bit his bottom lip.
“i’m sorry- i can’t help it. i really missed you.” he groaned as i released his lip. “show me how much, baby.” i said unbuckling his belt. without hesitation, he slipped his hand under my dress and ripped off my thong. i squealed and watched as he took over the removal of his belt and pants.
sex on the beach.
lining himself up, he slid right in and my breathing hitched. to keep me from moaning too loud, he reconnected our lips- slipping his tongue in my mouth as he began to pump slowly.
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giving jae the middle finger from across the room, i slipped my phone in my back pocket and folded my arms across my chest. he furrowed his brows and smiled a bit. i guess he really didn’t think i was being serious, but i was.
the dance teacher thanked everyone for coming after his little speech. everyone clapped and thanked him for his work.
as i collected my things, i made my way out the door in a quick manner.
“hey! wait-“ i heard jaehyun’s voice call out.
i kept going.
“babe!” he laughed as he caught up with me.
he back hugged me and kissed my shoulder. “get away from me!” i said pushing him off. “woah, why are you so angry?” jae moved in front of me as i approached the door. “you’re such a jerk- move.” i said slapping his chest.
walking out to his car, i waited by the passenger side door, for him to unlock the vehicle.
“babe.” he groaned as he spun me around by my waist to face him. “what did i do?” jae tried to lean down and kiss me but i pushed his face away. “you were flirting with those girls- i watched you for 15 fucking minutes.” placing his hands over his chest, he shook his head. “i was not flirting with anyone. that, i can promise you.” he said with a serious face.
i rolled my eyes and turned to face the car, yanking on the door handle. “just take me home.” i demanded. “wait- stop it.” he said grabbing my hand, making me face him once again. “i really wasn’t flirting with anyone-“ he repeated. “then what were you doing jaehyun? are you telling me that i’m just imagining you flirt with other females?” i shouted. he smiled, his dimples making their appearance. “you’re so sexy when you’re mad.”
“fuck you.” i said yanking on the door again.
jaehyun swiftly grabbed my waist, unlocking the car and tossing me in the backseat. he climbed in behind me, closing and locking the door.
pushing me back against the seats, he smashed his lips into mine. i pushed him back and he chuckled. “you can’t just kiss me and expect everything to be okay.” i said frustrated.
jaehyun was silent for a moment before parting his lips.
“you don’t get it-“ he started. “it’s always going to be you, babe.” he gently pressed his lips into my forehead. “i swear to god that you are the only person i wanna be with. i see myself spending the rest of my life with you. why would i do anything to fuck up the best thing thats ever happened to me?” he continued. “baby, i love you. and i mean that.”
he was actually being serious now.
his eyes searched for mine as i looked off to the side. jae kissed my lips and smiled. “it’s so cute when you get jealous. i love it.” he admitted.
“i wasn’t jealous.” i lied. “yes, you were. but that’s okay-“ he mumbled, kissing down my neck. he knew that was my sweet spot.
i instantly wrapped my arms around his neck and slightly smiled. “you’re still in trouble.” i whispered. “i like being in trouble.” he growled.
slipping his hand into my shorts, he made his way past my underwear and pressed his fingertips into my clit.
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i packed up my belongings and wiped away the tear that fell from my eye.
throwing everything in the trunk, i slammed it down and leaned against my car.
i loved jungwoo so much but sometimes his timing was so bad. i knew what i got myself into when we first started dating- but he promised he would try and spend as much time with me as possible.
he had two rest days before going back on tour and he promised to spend those two days with me. although it wasn’t his fault that they had a last minute recording session, i did expect him to at least have lunch with me.
climbing into the drivers seat, i sat in the parking lot for a few minutes- which turned into an hour and a half. i just sat there. staring out the window.
was this really what i wanted?
making my way home, i pushed myself through the front door and furrowed my brows.
something was off.
i took off my shoes before stepped onto the carpet and made my way to my bedroom.
“surprise!” jungwoo yelled as i pushed open my door.
i jumped and screamed, closing my eyes.
he laughed and clapped his hands before coming over to hug me. “i’m sorry babe, i just couldn’t resist.” jungwoo chuckled. i playfully slapped his chest and giggled a little. “you’re such a jerk! why would you do that?” i looked up at him as he towered over me. his soft hands cupped my cheeks and he planted soft kisses on my lips, smiling. “it was a surprise.” he mumbled.
i huffed and pushed him back a little, taking my place on my bed and laying down. he immediately joined me, cuddling up next to me and nuzzling into my neck. “i’m actually really mad at you.” i said. jungwoo looked up from his little spoon position, giving me puppy dog eyes. “whyy?” he whined. “because, you promised to have lunch with me. i know sometimes you get busy and can’t do things- but, you-“ jungwoo interrupted me with a kiss and i whined.
he wiggled his way up, pulling me into his chest and wrapped his leg around mine. “i don’t wanna fight, baby. i know i’m an idiot. i need to find a way to spend more time with you.” he groaned.
i was silent.
“what about going on tour with me?” he said excitedly. looking up at him, i furrowed my brows. “and how would my bills get paid?”
jungwoo paused for a moment.
“you know you could stay with me in the dorm, right?” he admitted. i immediately shook my head. “i don’t wanna live with all boys.”
climbing on top of me, jungwoo hovered over my body. “we can make it work, baby. i just think that’s the only way that we can spend more time together.” he mumbled as he pecked my face multiple times. i wrapped my arms around him and sighed. “let’s just talk about this later, please.” i whispered, kissing his ear. “i just want you-“
jungwoo pulled back a little and smiled. “if you want me to blow your back out, just say that.” he gently sank his teeth into my bottom lip and pulled. i moaned softly and blushed.
“that’s exactly what i want-“ reaching down a little, i slipped my hand into his pants and ran my fingertips across his length.
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st-hedge · 2 years
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I cannot explain the level of heartbreak I just experienced after finding out Ganon will cut his hair after the timeskip. My shouts of 'oh god please no why would you do this, whyy???' should be heard across oceans. (So yeah I get why you cried)
PPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTT well I’m not gonna show u what it looked like when he was fresh out of the calamity deep fryer but good job that he did lop it off I’m sure there were no ways to brush out the melted chunks
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childofthenight2035 · 4 years
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Emergency Contact
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A/N: omfg I've been working on this since June I hate myself so much but anyway this was requested by @tydontstop​ here you go I may not be done yet~
yay it’s my birthday
Genre: Fluff, Angst, Flatmate!AU
Pairing: Jackson Wang x gn!Reader
Summary: When you found a new flatmate, neither of you knew that you’ve been passing by each other by the finest thread.
Word Count: 12k
Warnings: mentions of death, coma, car accidents, depression
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The hospital receptionist’s face fell when she caught sight of Jackson walking in. Her face twisted in pity, but the boisterous arrival didn’t seem to notice.
“Good morning, Yeeun-ssi!” He greeted cheerfully, sliding his visitor’s pass across the front desk. “I ran late yesterday so I couldn’t make it.”
Yeeun seemed to be holding in an ocean of sorrow as she pushed the card back to him. “I’m sorry, sir.”
Jackson’s eyes narrowed in confusion. “What do you mean, sorry? For wh-“ He fell silent, gazing at Yeeun, who couldn’t seem to meet his eyes. “No,” he breathed out. “That can’t be.”
“I tried calling you yesterday, sir,” she pleaded. “If only it was just a day later…” She shook her head sadly. Fate was cruel.
Could I have said goodbye? Jackson thought.
���How did he…?”
“They…they pulled the plug.”
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You opened your eyes to the jarring sound of your alarm, wishing more than anything else that you were dreaming and it wasn’t yet morning. But no. When did things ever go your way? Blindly reaching out, you smashed the snooze button.
Groaning, you pushed away covers that weren’t even there. In the heat, you had kicked off the thin blanket you draped over yourself anyway—again.
It was only morning, but you could already feel the humidity beginning to cling to your skin. How you wished you could fall back onto the mattress and drift off. The silence of the apartment reminded you of another thing, however—the poster you had drawn up the previous night: an advertisement for a flatmate. You really needed some noise and movement to distract you, especially after last month. Why did Dahyun have to move out?
The alarm began beeping again.
You had to get to work.
.
Saturdays at the library were always a sort of hassle. There were more children and their misinformed parents over the weekend than any other day. Of course there were some absolute darlings who loved to read and could sit for hours on end with their noses in a book or two. But on the other hand…
You sighed as you pushed open the door of the public library, eyes adjusting to the dim light. Before you could make it to the counter where you would be stationed for the day, you were stopped abruptly by a rather raucous child dashing across your path.
…On the other hand, those darlings always had siblings that had no interest in developing the skill of reading at all. Little rascals who came there only by force and chose to make as much noise as they could get away with.
You pursed your lips, staring distastefully at the runaway before walking swiftly over to the bulletin board. Slipping the notice for a flatmate out of your pocket, you pinned it to the board, then plopped down at the counter, depositing your backpack under the desk.
“Good morning, Y/N!” your co-worker Daniel chirped.
“Good morning, Daniel,” you replied dully, scooting your chair subtly away from him. You really didn’t have his energy at the moment. You loved the guy, but it was a little grieving to hear about his girlfriend twenty-four seven. To your relief, someone approached him at that moment, pulling his attention off of you.
There were quite the number of high schoolers despite it being a weekend, you noticed. Ah. There’s a reading room that the high schoolers are doing today, huh?  Your gaze swept around the seating area to your left. A familiar face caught your eye.
What’s Jinyoung sunbae doing over here? Is he reading to the kids, too? He was sitting with someone you couldn’t see because their back was to you. They seemed to be in some sort of deep discussion.  You weren’t worried. Anyone who came to the library with Park Jinyoung was sure to be just as much of a bookworm.
“Y/N!” You jumped at your supervisor’s voice, tearing your eyes away from your senior and looking up. Your supervisor tilted her head toward a cart full of books. “Be a dear and put these back, won’t you? I’ll man the desk for a bit.”
You bit back a curse, choosing instead to nod and leap up. You’d have to dodge some more kids but at least you could get away from Daniel’s overwhelming energy and rude ‘I-have-a-late-fee-but-I-have-no-intention-of-paying-it-off-quietly-I’d-rather-annoy-you-for-a-solid-ten-minutes-before-doing-just-that’ people.
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“Jackson, I swear to every god there is, if you don’t find a place to live by the end of the weekend, I’m kicking you out. You can sleep on the streets.” Jackson flinched a little at Jinyoung’s sharp threat, but still pouted to lessen the impact—in vain; Jinyoung hadn’t even glanced up from his book to say all that. Some people didn’t even need eye contact to be intimidating.
“In this heat? Why, Jinyoungieee,” Jackson whined, dragging out his name. No effect. Park gae didn’t move. “Where will I go?”
“If you hadn’t dropped out, you could be staying at the dorms—legally,” Jinyoung remarked. “I’m not risking any more trouble sneaking you in.” Before Jackson could whine his name again, he continued. “Where’s JB hyung? Aren’t you always with him?”
Jackson chewed on the inside of his cheek, wondering how much he should tell Jinyoungie—or rather, wondering how much he already knew. “Uhh…we kinda stopped talking to each other for a while…”
This made Jinyoung look up from the page he was reading, eyes narrowing. “You fought?”
Jackson twitched his shoulders. “Not exactly. Just…” Thankfully, Jinyoung didn’t force him to elaborate, only shooting him a look that said he would definitely be interrogated about it later. “And then hyung went to Japan, remember?”
“But he came back.” Jinyoung was biting his lip in confusion. Funny how anything related to JB hyung made him a million times more attentive.
“He did. But…”
“Now you feel awkward going and begging for living space when you haven’t contacted him in so long?”
Jackson scratched the back of his neck. How the heck does Jinyoungie talk so accurately? “Sure. You could put it that way.”
Jinyoung sighed, sitting up and closing his book. “Do you really think JB hyung feels that way? I know he’s scary when he’s mad, but he still cares about you, hyung. Go and see him. It’ll be fine.”
“But hyung’s so busy and he doesn’t have that much room…and he has his cats…”
Jinyoung tilted his head, thinking. “Well. That’s true. Then what are you going to do?” Jackson could only shrug in defeat, staring around the library without seeing what he was looking at—a staff member putting books back on the shelves…kids running around…Jinyoungie picking at the corner of his book mindlessly…general peace.
Wordlessly, Jinyoung stood to check out the book he had been reading. Jackson followed.
“Hello again, Jinyoung hyung!” the boy at the counter said brightly.
“Hey, Daniel. How are your classes going?”
Jackson totally zoned out on the interaction between the two. Maybe I shouldn’t have dropped out in the first place, he thought. He hadn’t realized how deeply he’d gone imagining the life he could have led until he felt Jinyoung smacking his arm hard.
“Jackson!” he exclaimed, more forcefully, pointing to something. The bulletin board. More specifically, an ad pinned to the board.
An ad for a flatmate. Not too far from here.
“Seems like your lucky day, huh?” Jinyoung clapped him on the shoulder, taking a picture of it at the same time. “Go there today. You really don’t have much of an option.”
Jackson groaned.
“Fine.”
-
The doorbell ringing brought you out of your stupor. Hastily placing the photograph back on your bedside table and wiping your face off with a nearby towel, you made your way to the front door.
Now, you had seen nearly everyone who came by your place looking absolutely wrecked, but it still took you aback every time. You eyed the panting young man who stood outside your door in pity. Perhaps he thought he would have a few more seconds to catch his breath. You wondered how long he had been standing there before he rang the bell.
Fuck the standard questions. “Are you okay?”
He raised a hand and nodded, drawing one last breath and stabling himself. “Yeah. I’m good.”
“It’s quite a climb, isn’t it?”
He nodded. A beat passed in silence and then he seemed to remember why exactly he had rung your bell. “Ah!” he exclaimed, pulling out his phone. “Is this…?”
He turned it around, showing you the screen. You squinted at it, taking the phone in your hand. It was a chat in which someone had sent him the picture of your poster and a message under it—‘pls make a good impression for once’. You pressed your lips together to stifle your amusement—and then you saw the contact who had sent him the text.
“JYP?” You yelped, looking at the man in front of you in awe. “You know JYP?” He snatched his phone back in embarrassment.
“I—That’s a friend,” he said hastily. “He goes to SIU. I just call him that because he has the same name.”
That sounded familiar. “Wait, Park Jinyoung? You’re friends with him?”
Jackson hesitated. “Yeah…you know him?”
You smiled. “I go to SIU, too. He’s my senior. Who doesn’t know him?”
“Oh…that’s cool!” he replied, his face brightening. “I’ll definitely bring him around—if you accept me as your flatmate?”
Ah, so that’s what’s happening here. You crossed your arms, fighting a smile. “Are you already bribing me? I can’t believe you. I already have half a mind to not let you live here.”
His smile fell. “What? Whyy?” He didn’t hide the whine that escaped him.
Aw, that’s cute. “I’m kidding. If you’re a friend of Jinyoung sunbae, I’m guessing you’re a good guy.”
He frowned. “I’m sure that should be the other way, but it’s fine. I’m not arguing. Kinda desperate, here. Do you want me to, like, call Jinyoungie for you? To “affirm my credibility” or whatever?” He made air quotations.
You laughed it off, gesturing that he didn’t need to. He seems like a good guy. Maybe I won’t have to search any longer.
“I’m Jackson, by the way,” he suddenly spoke, looking sheepish. “Forgot to introduce myself.”
“Ah. I’m Y/N. And I’m desperate, too.” You sighed, blowing your hair off your face. “Do you know how glad I am that I rejected the guy who showed up before you? What a douchebag.”
A look of concern flashed across his face. “Someone came before me? Did he, like, try to hurt you or something? You’re okay?”
And he’s already concerned about me. I really really hope he doesn’t end up an asshole.
“I’m perfectly fine. Let’s talk splitting rent.”
.
“That’s the last of it,” Jackson announced.
You stood aside as his friend (Namjoon, was it?) dumped the two boxes he was carrying onto the floor, utterly exhausted. You couldn’t blame him. The two had been walking up and down the four flights of stairs with Jackson’s possessions all morning. You had helped, of course. But they weren’t used to climbing four floors.
“That better be the last, you jerk,” Namjoon spat. “When you said, ‘let’s hang out’, I didn’t think you meant this.” He wiped the sweat off his brow with his sleeve.
“I’ll pay you back for this, man.” Jackson patted his shoulder. “Let me buy you meat tonight.” His friend looked suspiciously at him but relented. You bowed him out.
To be honest, you hadn’t realized how short Jackson was compared to a lot of other people until Namjoon was standing beside him. Although you supposed Namjoon was just a giant. But still.
“I’m so tired,” Jackson whined, flopping down onto his mattress.
“Good,” you retorted, kneeling down to face him. “When you’re tired, you listen better. There is a rule in this household: you’re not allowed in my room.”
Jackson gasped, exaggerating his reaction. “Are you a dictator now? Rules? Will I be chucked into jail if I don’t obey? Do I have to go into hiding?”
You rolled your eyes. “I literally only said you weren’t allowed in my room at any cost. Isn’t that a reasonable request? You can make your own rules, too. No one’s stopping you.”
“Nah.” He shrugged. “You can come into my room, I don’t really mind. Nothing in here anyway.” He turned his eyes on you, narrowing them. “What are you hiding? Please don’t tell me you’re harbouring a fugitive in there.”
“Oh my gosh, no.” You stood up again. “I just want my privacy. My old flatmate respected it, so I expect you to as well. Okay? I’ll respect yours if you respect mine.”
He nodded. “I know. I’m just kidding. Are you always so uptight?” You frowned at the goofy expression on his face. “I promise I won’t go into your room.” He seemed sincere enough.
Maybe he wouldn’t be so bad…
.
“JACKSON!” you shouted, pounding on the wall that divided your bedroom from his. “KEEP IT THE FUCK DOWN!” If the volume went down at all, you couldn’t tell. Weary from lack of sleep for the past week or so, you rolled over and squinted at the time on your phone.
“Three thirty-four,” you muttered furiously. “THREE THIRTY-FOUR!”
And then the doorbell rang. And it rang again.
“Nobody ever does anything in this house,” you said loudly while forcing yourself up off the bed, half-hoping Jackson would hear it. But of course he wouldn’t. The amount of noise that was emanating from his room made sure of that.
The ringing became quite insistent and when you yanked the door open, wondering who on earth it wouldn’t be, you came face to face with Mr. Ok, the next-door neighbor. A tall man in his thirties, you had always found him quite the character—and you would’ve thought his pajamas and bedhead looked cute if it wasn’t for the expression of pure murder on his face.
“Oh…Mr. Ok,” you greeted with a hesitant bow.
“What the bloody hell is going on here?” he nearly spat, hands balling into fists that you knew he wouldn’t hesitate to use if he snapped. “Don’t you know we’re all trying to sleep?”
You winced. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Ok, I’ve been trying to get Jackson to quiet down for a while, but he’s not listening—“
“Where is he?” He growled, stepping inside without invitation. You jumped at the chance of getting Mr. Ok himself to threaten Jackson. You led him gleefully to your flatmate’s door. After pounding on it for a solid minute, in which the noise levels dropped completely, the door opened to reveal Jackson lazily yawning—clearly expecting you to be standing there. His features rapidly rearranged themselves to a politer expression.
“Ah, hyung!” he exclaimed. “What a surprise!”
Hyung? you questioned wordlessly. Since when has he become so chummy with Mr. Ok?
“Surprise, huh?” Mr. Ok hissed, eyes daggers. “What the hell are you doing, making so much noise?” It seemed to be rhetorical, because he didn’t give Jackson a chance to answer. “I have to get up at six, as do many people in this establishment. A lot of them have to go to work, or school, and a lot of them have families to take care of. I’m aware you have no such commitments—perks of being unemployed, I suppose—“ Jackson’s face twisted slightly. “—but that doesn’t mean you’re allowed to do whatever you want. When you live in close proximity with a lot of people, you have to learn to be considerate of others. Forget others, you live with a flatmate. At least be considerate to them!”
Jackson didn’t answer. You assumed he was still stinging over the ‘unemployed’ comment.
Mr. Ok didn’t even try to soothe his harsh words before he stormed out, slamming the door behind him. He must have been tolerating it for longer than he let on.
You crossed your arms and smiled smugly at your flatmate. “I hope you’ve learned your lesson.”
And just like that, his meek façade vanished, to be replaced by a pout. “But I wanted to finish the drama! I need the theatre effect to watch it, otherwise it’s just boring!”
You threw your hands up in the air and groaned, deciding it would be better for your health to just lock the door and then yourself in your bedroom.
Jackson was a mistake. One that you sorely regretted.
In the barely two months that you two began living together, you had learned one thing: Jackson was a force that was very much unstoppable. You would get burned if you so much as dared to try.
You could make a list—hell, you could write a book about the things he did that pissed you off. Was it your problem? Maybe. But it was clear enough that Jackson had certainly never learned how to adjust with people who weren’t on the same energy level as him.
He was loud. Point made. He was boisterous, always moving around, practically bouncing from room to room. You often restrained from asking him what gave him the right to look so damn happy. Perhaps you were just jealous. Your classes had begun again, and while you were working your ass off and burning the midnight oil just to keep your grades up, Mr. Unemployed seemed to be having the time of his life. Where did he even get the money to pay his rent off?
More than once, or even eight times, you had walked into the bathroom to find water literally everywhere—on the toilet seat, around the sink, on the floor, even on the walls. You couldn’t possibly imagine what he was even doing that made the entire damn place wet. He played music at night, loudly, with no regard for your wellbeing and the neighbours’. The nights he came home tipsy were even worse. And now he was watching a drama, it seemed. In full theatre mode.
The one rule you had—of him not being allowed to enter your room—had now expanded into a full three-page document, taped to the wall between your bedrooms.
You remembered how concerned he was about making a good impression in the first couple of weeks. He had even brought his friend Park Jinyoung around to meet you, as promised. Now you understood the pity in his eyes that day. He’d known things would get worse. You still got embarrassed when he sought you out in the cafeteria to ask how you were and if Jackson was giving you a hard time.
Maybe you should take Jinyoung sunbae up on that offer he made.
.
The breaking point came soon after.
It was a Thursday night and you’d just finished an essay due the day after, one that you’d been working on for the past week. So you were already running on barely three hours on sleep a day. It was past midnight, and Jackson still wasn’t home. He was probably lying drunk somewhere. As much as you wished you could just go to sleep and leave him to his own devices, you knew damn well that if he did show up, he would likely leave the door wide open and drool all over the couch.
You weren’t about to get robbed just because of Jackson’s bad decisions.
After calling him yet again and hearing no dial tone, you tossed your phone onto the dining table and waited with your head in your arms.
.
“I’m not drunk, Markipooh!” A loud exclamation, followed by someone shushing the voice sounded outside your door.
You swung it open, looking pissed enough for Mark—Jackson’s go-to designated driver and body hauler—to look ashamed.
“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “You know I can’t control Jackson.”
“I’m not drunk, though?” Said man slurred, collapsing into a chair.
“Thanks, Mark.” You sighed bitterly. “Go home.”
As the door closed, Jackson lifted his head and repeated, “I’m not drunk, though.”
“Oh, really?” you snapped, raising your voice. “Then listen to this: I’m not your fucking servant or something, just waiting for my master to come home so I can attend to you! I’m a student and I have a shit ton of work to do and just because you are so useless you can’t find a job doesn’t mean I have to suffer for it!”
Fury dashed across his face. Seizing the first thing he saw on the table, he threw it with all his might at the wall behind you, where it shattered and fell sadly to the floor. You tensed, fear coursing through you, trembling as he came closer.
“Fucking shut up, I already have a headache.”
And then he was gone, leaving behind nothing but the stench of alcohol. His door slammed.
Silence.
You slid to the floor, stunned. How could things have gone so wrong?
With shaking hands and a pounding heart, you felt around for your phone. The screen was cracked beyond repair, glass scattered all around you. What did you expect, that it would survive being thrown against a wall with Jackson’s muscle?
Enough, you decided. Enough was enough. He has to go.
And if you cried yourself to sleep that night against the dining room wall, nobody had to know.
-
“Y/N!”
You didn’t even think that anyone would be actually calling your name. So you didn’t stop. The entire day had you fuming internally, and you didn’t think anyone deserved to hear your outburst.
“Y/N!”
You halted. Normally you would be absorbed in your phone, but today you didn’t have it. Of course you didn’t. After last night, you didn’t even think it was safe to. You turned when you sensed the person—what did you mean, person, of course it was Park Jinyoung—catch up to you. If you were in your right mind at the moment, you might be a mildly blushing mess. Who wouldn’t be? It was Park fucking Jinyoung. But now? You were five point three centimeters from losing your temper completely and you couldn’t help but resent him for being friendly with you now when two months ago, he didn’t know your name, despite being your senior.
You sighed, turning around to face him. “Yes, sunbae?”
If he was taken aback by your slight rudeness, he didn’t show it. “I tried calling Jackson yesterday and this morning, and he didn’t pick up. He okay?”
You pursed your lips. “I couldn’t care less about Jackson, sunbaenim. You know my address, if you’re so concerned, why don’t you go and see how he is?” You scoffed and made to turn away, but Jinyoung caught your arm.
“Whoa, what’s with the attitude?” He teased, pulling you along with him down the hall and into the student council’s meeting room, currently empty. “You okay? What did he do?”
A little comforted that he immediately assumed his friend did something wrong, you slumped your shoulders. “A lot happened.”
“Clearly.” He leaned against the president’s desk and folded his arms. You didn’t know if he was analyzing you or not. Your face flushed under his gaze.
“He went out and came back drunk beyond words,” you explained, irritated at the memory. “And maybe I shouldn’t have, but I yelled at him saying that I wasn’t his servant to wait or clean up after him and—” you broke off, hesitating. “I might have told him off for not having a job.”
Jinyoung winced. “He’s pretty touchy about that.”
“Yeah, I figured.” You let out a bitter sigh. “He smashed my phone.”
“Wait, what?” Jinyoung lifted himself off the desk, looking at you in disbelief. “He—he smashed your phone? Jackson Wang?” You nodded, spreading your arms out.
“That’s why I don’t have it today. The screen shattered.”
Jinyoung looked genuinely disturbed. “It’s not like Jackson to lose his temper like that.”
You didn’t want excuses made for him, even if he had been drunk. “Oh, really? Pray, do tell.”
“Y/N—”
“Why? What did I do? Am I wrong?” If your eyes were daggers, Jinyoung would be bleeding now. “Tell me, sunbaenim. Am I just a maid to him?” You bit the inside of your cheek and spoke the words you had been contemplating all night. “I want to say yes to your offer, but he’s going to get kicked out soon. The nieghbours are already blacklisting him. If they tell him to leave, I won’t be able to hold any ground by myself.”
He seemed at a loss for words, appalled by both Jackson’s and your behavior. “Listen, I’ll talk to him, okay?” He checked his watch. “You should get to class.”
What’s the point? You thought, but conceded anyway. Just before you closed the door, you heard him call your name.
“And no, Y/N,” he said, a tight smile on his lips, “you’re not wrong. Give me your phone number.”
-
You refused to return home that day, choosing to stay all night in the library—until Jinyoung met up with you and nearly begged you to go back to your apartment.
“I’ve talked to him,” he had said, “and he’s really sorry about everything that happened last night. Truth be told, he doesn’t remember some of it, but anyway, he’s sorry. Hear him out.”
You couldn’t believe you were being forced to accept whatever pathetic apology your roommate was going to give you—just because he was your roommate and you had to live with him. It just wasn’t fair.
But when you stepped in through the door, the first thing that registered was the aroma wafting to you—the smell of food. Curious, you peered around the door and saw the little table beautifully set, dishes spread out all over it. And behind them all, obediently sitting on a chair, was Jackson. Guilty smile on his face, but still.
So this is his apology, you thought, closing the door and kicking off your shoes. A food bribe.
You pursed your lips as you reluctantly approached him, slinging your bag over the back of another chair. You crossed your arms. “What’s all this?”
He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, diverting his gaze from your harsh stare. “I…uh, I wanted to apologize for the stuff I did…last night.” He pressed his lips together. “For breaking your phone and yelling at you and...stuff.” From under the table, he brought out a small box you instantly recognized as one a phone came in. “I got you a new one.”
Your lips parted in surprise. “You—wait, you got me a new phone?” Your tone did not hide your disbelief at all. “But…that’s expensive!”
“It’s my fault that yours is broken beyond repair,” he explained. “I’m obliged to do this.”
You couldn’t speak for a moment. “But…where did you get the money? I didn’t think—“
“Borrowed it from my mom,” he admitted, cheeks turning red. “I got an earful, but I had to do what I had to do.” He looked up at you pleadingly. “I’m really sorry for everything. I don’t usually lose my temper like that, I guess I was just frustrated—that’s no excuse,” he cleared hastily. “I just…I’m sorry.” He gestured to the food on the table. “I got your favourites?”
You didn’t know what to think. Jackson stuck his bottom lip out in a pout.
Honestly, why does Wang look like a kicked puppy when he’s sad?
“I don’t forgive you,” you said firmly. His face fell. “But I do accept your apology.” Ignoring the sigh of relief that he let out, you sat down at the table.
“That’s good enough for now.”
“And I should apologize too,” you remarked, picking up your chopsticks. “I said some harsh things to you yesterday.”
Jackson waved it off. “No. You were right and I just didn’t want to admit it.” He sighed deeply. “I’ve started looking for a job.”
“That’s great, Jackson.” Your smile was genuine now. Looking reassured, your flatmate mimicked you and picked up his own utensils. “I’m glad.”
Jinyoung sunbae, I guess I won’t have to take up your offer after all.
.
“Yah, who the hell are you texting nowadays?”
You heard the whining voice of your flatmate before you saw him. Barely glancing up from your phone, you asked, “What happened, Jackson?”
He scoffed. “See? You’re not even looking at me when you say that. You’re always tapping away on your phone like I don’t exist here! Pay attention to me!” You let out a startled yelp when he plopped his heavy body onto your side. “I don’t think you’ve said a full two sentences to me in the past week.” When you ignored him, angling your screen away, he felt suspicious. “Who are you texting—!”
“Yah!” You attempted to grab your phone back from him in vain. Jackson suddenly sat up.
“Jinyoung sunbae?!” he shrieked. “As in my friend Park Jinyoung?” He held your phone out of reach with one hand and used his free arm to wrestle yours to the sofa seat. “What the hell are you even texting him for?”
“He’s not only your friend, Jackson,” you whined, squirming in his grasp. “He’s really nice to me at university, why can’t I talk to him? He’s my senior, too.”
You made noises of protest as he began to scroll through the messages the two of you had exchanged. Before long, he was spluttering in fury.
“What is this?” He yelped. “Hey Y/N do you want to meet up for coffee? Since when has Jin—actually never mind, since when have you two been that close?” He tossed you your phone and you took it back gratefully. “So this is why Jinyoung says he’s too busy to get food nowadays, huh?” Heat crept up your cheeks. “Are you actually blushing right now?” He howled. “Okay, I can’t take this anymore!”
Your phone began to ring. Both of your heads turned to it.
On the screen was a stupid photo of his friend and the name Jinyoung sunbae.
“Don’t you dare answer that,” Jackson said lowly.
“You’re not the boss of me,” you spat in return, sliding the button to answer, pressing the speaker button simultaneously. “Hello, Jinyoung!”
“Hey, Y/N, what’s up?” came his voice from the speaker. “Are you busy? You didn’t answer my message.”
You giggled at the expression on Jackson’s face. “No, my flatmate was just being annoying.”
“Ah, Jackson? Is he there? Wait, is this on speaker?”
“Yah, Jinyoungie!” Jackson burst out, betrayal written all over his face. “Why are you ignoring me for Y/N? This isn’t fair; you were my friend first!”
“Are you serious right now, Jackson?” Jinyoung’s voice was amused. “I assumed you would be tired and busy from work. I didn’t want to bother you.”
“But what about Wang gae Park gae?” he grouched.
“Wang what?” You looked from the phone to Jackson.
“Never mind about that, Y/N,” Jinyoung interjected hastily. “You’re coming, right?”
“Coming where?” A growl emanated from your flatmate.
“Yeah, sunbae, I’ll be there soon.” With words of parting, you hung up the call.
“Where are you going with him?” Jackson repeated.
“I don’t see how that’s any of your business.” You stood up, reaching for your backpack.
“Why can’t you tell me? I thought I was your flatmate, shouldn’t I be worried? What if you don’t come back?”
You burst out laughing. “Why would I not come back? Don’t you trust your own friend?” He opened his mouth to protest, but you were halfway out the door. “See you later, Jacks!”
-
“You should have seen his face!” you told Jinyoung, laughing along with him at the memory. “Has he always been like that?”
“He’s jealous.” Jinyoung shrugged.
“Hmm. Yeah. He really likes you, you know.” You pointed your pencil at him. “Why do you reject him when he asks you to get food? It’s like stealing candy from a puppy.”
“He likes me?” He retorted incredulously. “The heck? It’s me he’s jealous of.”
It was your turn to be puzzled. “What do you mean? He was literally whining about him being your friend first and that I was stealing you away from him.”
Jinyoung guffawed into the crook of his arm. “Okay, if you don’t believe me, there’s nothing I can do about it.” He jabbed his pen at your textbook. “What are guys learning in class now?”
-
Jackson was bored. His best friend had ditched him for his flatmate. And vice versa, he supposed. How long could someone flop around on a bed and flick a fidget spinner around? He almost wished he had to go in for work today. Even washing dishes sounded better than what he was doing at the moment.
He groaned into his pillow. Why has everyone forsaken me? Honestly Jackson just get your ass up and do something other than faceplanting into the bed.
Pushing himself off the mattress, he stumbled to his feet, still flicking the spinner around. His stomach rumbled. Food,he thought blearily, banging against the doorframe on his way out of the room. “Ow! Fu—whoa, no!” The fidget spinner escaped his grasp and hit the floor sharply, skidding under the door adjacent to his, despite his futile attempts to intercept it with his foot. “Damn!” He stared at the door—Y/N’s door—that he had been forbidden to enter at any time, in any situation. To prove it, there was even a piece of paper stuck to the door announcing the same.
Absently, he laid his palm on the handle, but didn’t turn it. “It’s just a fidget spinner; can’t I just open it real quick, grab it and shut it again? That should be okay, right? I won’t look around.” He chewed his lip, second guessing himself. “Ah, fuck it, I’m practically Y/N’s boyfriend already. There aren’t any secrets to hide.”
Shrugging his shoulders, he turned the handle, eyes trained to the ground.
The spinner was lying on the ground next to a nightstand. Determinedly not looking around the room, Jackson bent to retrieve the damn thing.
His mistake was looking up as he straightened himself.
His eyes fell on the nightstand. Or rather, the photo framed on it.
His breath hitched. He thought his heart might have stopped beating for a moment.
Within the four wooden pieces stood Y/N. Much younger than now; the photo was clearly old. But Jackson’s eyes were on the young boy standing right beside Y/N.
The fidget spinner clattered to the floor again.
“Hyung!”
A car screeching. The sound of an impending accident, lifelong scars.
Screams.
Was that glass shattering? Or dreams?
Commotion. And cries for a person nobody knew.
“HYUNG!”
Jackson gasped, stumbling back a step, the force the picture exerted too strong for him to handle. His plastic toy dug into his heel and he cursed, the pain momentarily diverting his attention from his pounding heart.
Picking up the spinner, he choked out a ‘this can’t be happening’ before darting out of the room and slamming the door behind him.
He needed air.
What is going on? This can’t be possible.
Does Y/N know that I…no. That can’t be. It just can’t be!
Y/N? Of all people? Y/N wouldn’t do that…
Right?
.
Jackson wasn’t home when you got back.
Good for him, you thought. He’s learned to get out of the house by himself.
You stretched, glad to be back inside away from the heat outside. It was refreshingly cold inside…unsettlingly so. Why was it cold? Or were you imagining it?
Wondering if Jackson had become thoughtful enough to cook, you ventured into the kitchen, but then clicked your tongue disappointedly on seeing everything as you left it. Of course he hadn’t.
Sometime during your attempt at making pasta, the door opened.
“Jackson?” you called out, hoping it was him.
“Yeah?”
“You like pasta, right? Come here and help me.”
You were too occupied with the nearly burning food to notice Jackson’s heartbroken expression, but you did see that he was spacing out really bad. It wasn’t like him to not be bursting into speech animatedly at all times.
“Jackson?” you called for the fourth time, waving a spare hand in front of his face. He jolted.
“Ah, yeah.” He rubbed his eyes. “Shit, sorry. What was that?”
“Could you get some water?” He nodded absently before trudging off to carry out his task. You squinted at him. “Something wrong?” He quickly shook his head. But you knew Jackson enough to know that he was very, very bad at hiding his emotions. “Don’t lie, Jacks. I can see it in your face. What happened?”
He shrugged, his confusion disappearing almost entirely. “I—uh, I sorta did something, but I won’t tell you because you’ll get mad at me.”
You tilted your head. “What did you do?”
He shook his head and pouted, some of the playfulness returning. “You’ll get mad at me.”
“I promise I won’t.”
Jackson looked at you hard, for a moment or two, then cast his gaze to the floor. “I went into your room today.”
Those words dropped into your head like a bomb. “You what?” You let the fork clatter to the countertop, nearly lunging at him. He caught your arms just in time and held you away from him.
“You said you wouldn’t get mad!”
You huffed loudly, yanking your arms from his grip. “And you said you wouldn’t go inside!”
He held out his hands, blocking you from coming nearer. “It was an accident! My fidget spinner went under your door!”
You scoffed, turning back to the pot on the stove and wishing your room wasn’t a mess. “Still.” All you could think of were the paintings on the walls and the photos. Had he seen them? Would he ask?
“Hmm.” The two of you lapsed into silence for a while. Neither spoke until the pasta was ready and you divided it between the two of you. You sensed that Jackson was itching to say something, but, coward as you were, you weren’t sure you wanted to hear it.
“Um. Y/N?”
You looked up from your bowl, chopsticks faltering. “Yeah?”
He cleared his throat. “Uh, I know I shouldn’t have, but I couldn’t help but notice…that picture on your night stand…”
You froze, quickly setting your chopsticks down to hide your trembling fingers.
“Who is that?”
.
Jackson knew a more accurate question would be ‘Who was that?’ but he didn’t dare to ask. You didn’t know who he was. He hadn’t known who you were until this afternoon.
It hurt him. It hurt him to ask about the boy in the photo so casually, as if nothing had ever happened to him, as if one day he would get to see him again. He knew it would hurt you too. But he had no choice. He couldn’t risk the suspicion that he would rouse. You would demand answers. You would hate him for lying, for hiding who he was and what he had been doing.
He stared guiltily at you, where you sat across from him, clutching the table so hard your knuckles turned pale.
“Does—does it matter that you know who it is?” you choked out, evidently trying not to cry.
Jackson abandoned his own chopsticks and reached out to take your shaking hand in his. “It does. It does to me.”
You nodded, eyes red, staring determinedly anywhere but his face. “That’s…Hanyu. My baby cousin.” He inclined his head, encouraging you to tell him more. Even though he already knew it all. “He stayed in the city in the dorms—you know SOPA?”
“Yeah, of course.”
“He got in and…we were all so proud of him. And since I was already here, his parents weren’t worried about him at all. They—they trusted me.” Your voice broke and so did Jackson’s heart. “And one day, there was an accident. Someone took him to the hospital, but he…he fell into a coma.” Nothing more than a whisper. “Four months.”
He didn’t know he had gotten out of his seat until his arms were wrapped around you.
“There wasn’t anything we could do. He was just—getting worse. Every day. His father finally gave the order after hoping for so long. To—let him go.” You burst into tears and Jackson turned you so you were sobbing into his shoulder. “It’s my fault, it’s all my fault. They only let him stay because—because I was here. Because I would be there for him.”
“Hey, hey,” he said softly. “It’s not your fault. It…it wasn’t your fault. You didn’t do anything wrong. You were there for him. Things…these things just happen somehow. It’s not your fault.”
So, it wasn’t you after all?
A huge weight lifted off his chest. He hadn’t realized how much hatred and resentment he’d been carrying around all this time without knowing it.
It wasn’t you.
“How—how are his parents?”
“Not doing good.” You sniffed hard, wiping your tears away. “Not good at all.”
He gripped your shoulders and made you look at him. “What about you?”
He watched helplessly as more tears escaped the corners of your eyes. “Neither am I.”
The last thing you remembered was slumping into Jackson’s arms, drained of energy.
.
You didn’t think you would be telling anyone about Hanyu. You hadn’t told anyone except your psychology professor, who had called you to her office sometime in March because you looked too depressed to be taking your finals. And that too, was reluctant. You knew you should talk to someone about it, you knew you should be accompanying his parents to the therapist you forced them to see, but—maybe it was the prolonged blow that lessened the pain to a dull throb. Hope had ebbed away bit by bit, not all at once.
But talking about him to Jackson was so simple. It was almost as if he understood exactly what you were going through. Almost as if Hanyu was his own brother.
You wondered if Jackson had lost someone dear to him in the past. Maybe he had. That would explain the sudden compassion he had towards you now. You hadn’t told him everything, just the brief story, but he didn’t press further.
He’s sweet, you realized all too late. He really is.
-
You’d think you would be free of your flatmate at least when you went to work on weekends. Jackson was the last person who would willingly enter a library—at least, without an emergency. But no, there he was, still blowing up your phone about how he slipped in the bathroom and thinks he broke his butt, and then found that his ramen was finished so he couldn’t eat (despite there being like, healthy food somewhere in the fridge) and therefore begging you to buy some on your way home because he couldn’t go (due to the broken butt). You were rolling your eyes at the messages, but an endearing smile still crept across your lips.
“Boyfriend?” Daniel crashed his wheely chair into yours, peeking over your shoulder at your phone. You winced at his knobbly shoulder and turned off the screen.
“No.” You shoved his chair away.
“Girlfriend?”
“No.”
Daniel looked confused. “…Partner?”
Wah. What an open-minded king. “No, Kang. Just my flatmate.”
“What?” He scrunched up his nose. “No way. I saw how you were looking at their texts.”
You screeched. “What the heck?” He seemed satisfied at your reaction.
“So, crush?” he confirmed, sniggering at the blush that crept up your neck. “Who is it? Give me their number, I’ll set y’all up.”
“For the love of—”
“Y/N!”
You looked up, startled, to see Jinyoung standing on the other side of the counter. You straightened up, tensing; you had been sort of avoiding him for a while.
“Sunbae.” He pursed his lips at you in a disapproving stare.
“Where have you been? Do I have to come all the way to the public library to see my junior?” He crossed his arms. “Why are you avoiding me?”
“It’s—it’s not like that, sunbae—”
“Don’t say anything. Jackson’s been telling me about his broken ass—” You flinched, eyes darting to Daniel, who for sure misinterpreted that phrase, “—and that you’re ignoring him. What happened?”
“Oh, Y/N’s flatmate?”
Fucking hell, Daniel. Please learn to shut up.
He was sporting a shit-eating grin. “Y/N’s got a crush.”
Jinyoung’s lips immediately curled upward and you waved your arms around, banging them together in an ‘X’. “No. No, I don’t have a crush!”
“You know it’s okay, right?” Your senior reassured you. “He likes you, too.”
Oh.
Wait, what?
“Huh?” The disbelief was evident in your voice. Jinyoung shrugged, a smug little smile on his face.
“Jackson’s my best friend, Y/N. I know him. He tells me things.” He set a book down on the counter in front of Daniel, who obediently took it and scanned it for him. “And I also know he doesn’t have the balls to tell you anything. So, my question is, what are you going to do about it?”
What am I going to do about it? An idea popped into your head and you blurted it out before you could stop yourself. “I’ll tell Jackson I like him when you tell him—what was he called? JB, that you like him.”
Jinyoung’s face paled. “What?”
Now you were the smug one. “You heard me, you hypocrite. Confess to your crush and I’ll confess to mine.”
He squinted at you, clearly plotting his next move. “Fine,” he retorted, sticking his nose in the air haughtily. “I will.”
-
“You still texting Jinyoungie, huh?” Jackson teased, the pout very much audible in his voice. You looked up from your phone. He crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes.
You rolled your eyes. “Dude, when will you get over him ditching you? You know damn well he’s drowning in his love for your other friend—who? JB.”
Jackson tensed a little, but you didn’t seem to notice. “I know,” he breathed out. “JB hyung is so oblivious. So is Jinyoungie.”
“Besides,” you continued, tilting your head coyly, “Jinyoung sunbae says you’ve got a crush on me.”
The way Jackson spluttered at that was hilarious. “Wha—Me? Crush on you? As if.”
“Sure, sure.” You turned back to your phone. Jackson sat down heavily next to you, plopping his head on your lap. You peered under your screen to look at him. “Hello. What are you doing?”
“Pay attention to me.” You chuckled at the whine in his tone. “You don’t talk to me anymore.” He grasped your hand and placed it on his head. You began stroking his freshly dyed strands. You would never admit it but you liked his hair blond.
“Are you going to dye it back?”
He shifted, getting comfortable. “Probably not soon. Why? Don’t you like it?” He sat up, twisting to face you, horrified. “Do I look bad as a blond?”
You leaned back, laughing. “Stop being so dramatic, Jackson!”
Two knocks on the front door and then it opened. You jolted at the sight of Jinyoung staring between the two of you in that position. Jackson turned to follow your gaze and yelled in surprise. Slowly, Jinyoung raised a hand to cover his eyes.
“Yah!” Jackson shouted, the sheer volume causing your ears to pop. “It’s not like that!”
-
As Christmas came and went, your heart grew heavier and heavier. For several reasons. On the one hand, you were crushing hard on your flatmate like some dumb romcom cliché. On the other, that date was approaching you like a truck at eighty an hour with broken brakes.
A year to the day of the accident.
You knew, technically, that Hanyu only passed away in April, but this was truly the day you lost him. Truly the day that something was lost inside you. Something that you may never fully find again…
“Hey, Y/N, you see this?” Jackson bounded over to you holding up a snow globe and shaking it enthusiastically.
…but perhaps, one day, you would.
Your eyes softened as you watched Jackson’s infectious smile bloomed. Would he agree to come with me? He does know about Hanyu, after all.
“Jackson?” you asked quietly.
“Yeah?” He looked up and caught your expression.
“Would you come to a place with me if I asked?”
He tilted his head. “Where?”
You bit the inside of your cheek. “The funeral home.” As his face fell, you continued, “It’s almost a year to the day of…the accident.”
“Ah. It is, isn’t it?” He searched your eyes. “Are you sure about this? About me…coming with you?”
You nodded. “Yeah. I think…I think it would be good. If I had someone to talk to about it. And also haul me home. I’m probably…gonna be a mess.”
Jackson reached out, hesitantly to grip your shoulder tight before drawing your closer for an embrace. “It’s okay,” he said, sounding a little unsure himself. “It’s all gonna be okay.”
-
It was just an ordinary cold Saturday when you and Jackson left the apartment to get groceries at the supermarket. When you two were arguing over ramen, you heard a shout.
“Hey, Jackson!”
Both of you turned to see a tall, broad-shouldered young man stroll over. Jackson straightened immediately. An odd sort of feeling crept up your neck.
He seems familiar. Have I seen him—
You gasped silently.
That’s Jaebeom. How could I forget him?
“Jackson, man, where have you been?” the man asked, clapping his friend on the shoulder.
Your flatmate looked quite uncomfortable. “Guess I got busy, hyung. Sorry.”
You had to speak. “Excuse me? You’re—Im Jaebeom…right?”
Jackson quickly intervened. “This is my flatmate, hyung.”
The man turned his focus to you, narrowing his eyes curiously, before they widened in recognition. “Oh!” He pointed at you. You wouldn’t deny you were surprised he remembered you from almost a year ago. “You’re that...Y/N. Right? From the hospital?” He faltered at the mention of it. “Ah…um. How is he?”
Your heart clenched painfully, but you forced a smile. “He, uh, passed away. In April.” Jaebeom winced at the news.
“Ah, I’m really sorry.”
You waved it away. “No, no, don’t be. You have my eternal gratitude for getting him to the ER. I don’t know how many people would have done that.”
He inclined his head, fidgeting uncomfortably for a moment. “Still…yah, Jackson-ah, you knew? Why didn’t you tell me?”
You turned to Jackson curiously. “Hm?” He was pale, staring at Jaebeom with helplessness in his eyes.
“Ah, you two met there?” Jaebeom asked, contemplating. “When did you guys talk?”
You were confused, not seeing the sharp looks of ‘please-stop-talking’ that Jackson was shooting his friend. “Sorry, what? Met where?”
It was Jaebeom’s turn to look confused. “At the hospital, of course.”
You breathed out a nervous laugh, because you didn’t know where this was headed. “Why would I meet Jackson at the hospital?”
“Hyung!” Jackson interjected suddenly. Suspiciously. Moving his body in between yours and Jaebeom’s. “I think maybe we should finish up our shopping and meet later—”
“No, tell me, Jaebeom-ssi.” You put a hand on Jackson’s shoulder.
Jaebeom was at a loss. He didn’t seem to understand Jackson’s panic, and neither could you. “Jackson was with me at the hospital when we brought him in. We brought him together. I thought he met you there when you came.”
You inhaled sharply, glancing at Jackson with surprise in your eyes. “Jackson.” He flinched, remaining quiet. “Is that true?”
“Hyung, I’ll come over later,” he told Jaebeom quietly, pushing him away. His friend took a step back, wondering why on earth something so simple—good news, in fact—turned awry. He bowed, mumbling out a greeting before he picked up his shopping basket and turned away.
You were shocked beyond words.
Jackson took Hanyu to the hospital. Jackson knew who he was. Jackson knew who you were. What did this mean? Was he tracking you? Was he tracking anyone with connections to Hanyu? Is that why he asked about him and his parents?
“Y/N…”
You suddenly didn’t want to hear anything. Your feet carried you after Jaebeom, calling his name.
-
Jackson was fucked.
Why, he screamed at himself, didn’t you tell Y/N the truth as soon as you found out about it? Why, why, why? Can you blame Y/N for not listening to you? You fucking lied, Jackson!
You hadn’t come back to the apartment until past midnight after running off to talk to JB. He’d waited up for you, but you didn’t spare anything a glance before locking yourself in your room. He’d wanted to call you, wanted to make sure you were okay, but he’d already done enough damage. Were you even willing to talk to him at all? He decided he didn’t want to test it. For all he knew, you thought he was some sort of creep or a stalker or something. You probably hated him.
He fell asleep that night to the sound of you crying from the other side of the wall.
-
Unease. You didn’t know why you were feeling so unsettled. It was a bright cloudless day but you weren’t sharing the spirit. In fact, you were spacing out so much that your partner for your Statistics project had to keep snapping his fingers in front of your face to bring your focus back to him.
“Sorry, Gyeom,” you muttered wearily. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me today.”
He nodded sympathetically. “Maybe you should go home. I’ll finish up around here.”
“Ah, no.” You shook your head. “I’ll be fine. Let’s finish this.” But your phone was ringing, the caller ID displaying an unknown number. You frowned. “Hello?”
“Excuse me, is this Jia Hanyu’s emergency contact?”
You froze. This wasn’t a voice you knew. Emergency contact? Why—why would they—who…?
“Um. Y-yes?” You were already shaking. Yugyeom looked at you in alarm.
“We need you to come to the General Hospital immediately. There has been an accident.”
A click. You stared at your phone, heart racing, trembling all over. “Oh my god. Oh my god, what do I do? What do I do?” Yugyeom seized your shoulders and forced you down from growing hysteria.
“What. Happened.” His voice was steady enough that you responded the same way.
“General Hospital.”
“I’ll take you there.”
The drive to the hospital was wrought with tension. You could only think of the worst and you were crying by the time you got there, despite Yugyeom’s attempts to calm you down. You let him drag you through the reception and you desperately asked for Jia Hanyu, to be ushered—alone—into the ER. The last thing you remembered seeing was Yugyeom’s reassuring smile before you turned a corner out of sight.
You nearly bumped into a man on his phone in your daze and hastily apologized, but he neither seemed to notice or care.
The talk with the doctor was less than reassuring, however. You signed whatever they thrust at you to get his surgery started and then demanded to know who brought him in.
“Hello,” the young man greeted you politely, his clothes still stained red. He was looking at you carefully as if you would break down any moment.
You forced a wobbly smile. “Thank you so much.” It was barely more than a whisper, but he caught it.
“It was the least we could do,” he replied. Your knees suddenly gave way and you sank into a chair.
“Tell me what happened to him,” you pleaded.
And he told you about the car that came speeding out of nowhere although the signal was red. If you were in your right mind, you might have heard the anger in his voice. It hadn’t been the kid’s fault then. Tears slipped out of the corner of your eyes.
Your gaze rested on his soiled clothes. “I’ll—I’ll replace those,” you said weakly, gesturing to his attire. “They’re ruined.”
“Don’t be silly, of course you don’t have to.” He knelt in front of you. “Are you okay? That’s what matters.”
You nodded, sniffling. “Yeah, I’ll be okay.” You didn’t know why you were attempting the brave front. “You didn’t tell me your name yet. How can I be grateful if I don’t know your name?”
He chuckled under his breath. “My name is Im Jaebeom.”
“Y/N.”
He squeezed your hands. “He’ll be fine, you know.”
“I know. That doesn’t make things any easier.”
“Doesn’t it?”
The two of you sat there in silence before you remembered that this was a person, he probably had plans interrupted, he must need to get home. Reluctantly, he stood to leave, but only after making sure you would be okay.
“And—” you grabbed his wrist. “Yugyeom—he’s sitting out there in reception. Tell him—tell him to go home and that I’ll be fine. Please?”
He nodded. Left.
You broke down completely. And you thought that would be the worst to happen.
You weren’t bargaining on the mess that would happen the next day.
You never thought he wouldn’t wake up.
-
The apartment fell silent in a way that you never thought would be possible after Jackson moving in. There was always noise in it; but no longer. Several of your neighbours had even asked if Jackson had moved out. What were you supposed to tell them? No, he didn’t move out, I just found out he’s a liar and I’m trying to cope with that by ignoring him and he’s too scared to approach me?
In truth, you weren’t totally mad at him or worried that he would be a stalker. After talking things over with Jaebeom, you’d concluded that Jackson hadn’t seen you that day at the hospital (Jaebeom recalled he’d gone to make a call or something). So the first time he saw you really was at the apartment. And that’s why he was so curious about the picture. That’s when he’d known.
But why hide it from you?
-
“Y/N!” You weren’t sure if socializing was a good idea at the moment, but when you bumped into Jinyoung at the coffee shop down the street, you didn’t push him away. He joined the line at the counter right after you.
“Hello, sunbae.” The smile you put on definitely didn’t reach your eyes, but Jinyoung didn’t comment. Most college students had the same problem.
“I did it.” He told you smugly.
“Did what?”
“I told JB hyung that I liked him.”
Despite the inner turmoil you’d been going through for the past few days, you gasped. “Wait, what? Seriously?” He nodded, clearly brimming with glee, bouncing up and down on his heels like a giddy child just given sweets.
“He’s here, I want you to meet him.” He gestured to a table a short distance away. You saw the top of a head and smiled.
“I’d love to.”
He grinned, eyes crinkling. “Thanks, uh, for encouraging me to.”
You let out a laugh. “Um, you’re welcome? I didn’t really think you’d do it; I only said that to get you off my back about Jackson.” And as soon as the name rolled off your lips, your heart sank.
Jinyoung must have sensed the distress in your expression, because he asked, “Are you okay? Did you guys fight again?”
“I guess you could say that.” After placing your orders, you followed him to their table, eager to meet this JB hyung you’d heard so much about.
You saw the man break into a wide smile on seeing Jinyoung return, but the moment you came within his line of sight, his face fell in surprise. So did yours.
“Y/N?” he asked, incredulous.
“Jaebeom?” You were in equal disbelief. A moment of silence passed when you two looked at each other and Jinyoung back and forth between.
“You guys know each other?” Jinyoung questioned. “Ah, did Jackson introduce you? I thought you and Jackson weren’t talking, hyung.”
“This is your JB hyung?” You laughed.
Jaebeom looked sheepish. “My friends call me that.”
Jinyoung was just sitting there next to you, across from Jaebeom, confused. Jaebeom decided to take pity on him.
“Nyoung, you remember I told you that Jackson and I took a kid to the hospital? Last year?”
He nodded. “Yeah, the car accident.”
Your chest felt tight. “That was my cousin.”
Jinyoung’s mouth fell open in shock. “Wait, what?” His eyes darted around, thinking. “And…Jackson knew who you were?”
You shook your head. “I met Jaebeom-ssi at the hospital that evening, but I didn’t see Jackson. He didn’t know I was the emergency contact until a month ago or something. But he didn’t tell me he was the one who took Hanyu to the hospital. I only found out a week ago when we bumped into Jaebeom-ssi at the supermarket.”
Jinyoung sat there, stunned. “I can’t believe he didn’t tell me any of this.”
“He told me everything a few days ago,” Jaebeom interjected. “But he made me promise not to tell anyone.” He leaned forward and stared at you. “You’re still not talking to him, are you?”
You lowered your head in guilt. “I want to. It’s just—he lied to me and I don’t know why. I want to talk to him, but I just—don’t know how to break the silence.”
“His heart’s…in the right place,” Jaebeom assured you. “Honestly, I don’t think even he knows why he hid it from you.”
“I think I might know,” Jinyoung said softly. Both of you turned to look at him.
“I thought he didn’t tell you anything.”
“Not the recent stuff,” he agreed, “but he did tell me what happened last year.” He searched your eyes, probably wondering how to put things into words. “Did Jackson tell you that he visited Hanyu at the hospital?”
You stilled. “He—he visited Hanyu?”
Your senior nodded. “He went nearly every week to check up on him, to see if there was any progress.”
Your jaw dropped in shock. “What?”
Jaebeom glanced over at his boyfriend, biting his lip nervously. “I think Jackson should be the one explaining all this.” Jinyoung looked sufficiently chastised.
“I’m just saying that might be the reason,” he hastily said. “He was really…devastated when he passed, you know. Came to me bawling his eyes out. I really didn’t know what to do.”
“Where was I during all this?” Jaebeom questioned.
“Japan, I think. But Y/N, I’m not saying you shouldn’t be mad at him,” your senior advised. “I can understand that. But, you know, hear him out. I’ll talk to him if you want. He’s not a bad guy.”
You inclined your head. “I understand. I’ll—I’ll listen to what he has to say.”
-
You went back that afternoon, heart in your throat.
What do I tell him? What do I say? How do I break this silence?
-
You waited.
The clock struck ten, then eleven.
Twelve.
You fidgeted with your phone, anxiety seeping through you. Where was he?
Should I call him? Would that be—ah, never mind. Why should I be the one to patch this up? I didn’t do anything wrong! He’s the one who should apologize. Why isn’t he here?
An hour later, you weren’t thinking about the politics of your troubles. You were worried now, very much so. You tried to call him, but his phone was switched off. Had he run away somewhere? What was going on? Should you call the police?
It was past one thirty when an unknown number called you. You stared at your phone, heart pounding, tears already pricking at the corners of your eyes.
Not again, you thought desperately. Please not again.
“Hello?”
“Y/N, it’s me. Jaebeom.” He didn’t waste any time. “Jackson’s with me; I figured you would be worried.”
You sunk into the sofa cushions, a hand over your heart. Oh, thank heaven. “He—he’s with you?”
“Yeah, he—uh, I’m guessing he went out by himself because he’s drunk out of his mind. Came knocking at my door a while ago.”
You didn’t know what to think. “Ah. I tried calling him, but…”
“Oh, his phone’s dead.” You heard muffled noises on the other end. “I wanted to call you sooner, but I had to find your number from his wallet.”
“His…his wallet?”
“Yeah, you’re his emergency contact. He has your info written down on a piece of paper.”
“Oh.” Your voice sounded very small. “I see.”
He cleared his throat. “Um, he’s asleep now, but I’ll send him over tomorrow after his hangover’s gone down.”
“Ah. Yes. Thank you, Jaebeom-ssi.” You paused, about to hang up.
“Wait, uh, Y/N?”
“Yes?”
Jaebeom sounded hesitant. “Okay, I’m…I’m not as great with words as Jinyoung is, but…um, I think you should know that Jackson is a good guy. Like, I know he may have hidden some things from you, but he wasn’t trying to, like, hurt you or anything.”
You swallowed down the lump in your throat. “I know.”
“He was crying, you know.” Jaebeom made an uncomfortable noise, as if he didn’t know how to proceed from there. “When he showed up here. I couldn’t understand what he wanted to say, but I heard your name. He really cares about you, yeah? Even if—even if he doesn’t tell you.”
You nodded slowly, before remembering that he couldn’t see it. “Yeah, I—I understand.”
There was a brief awkward pause, before he coughed. “So, um, yeah. You should…probably sleep. Good night.”
“Right. Good night.”
You silently set your phone down and put your head in your hands. When did all this become so complicated? Why was it so difficult? I guess it’s my fault for not listening to him or giving him a chance to explain. Do I just wait for him to come back? What do I say?
-
The sun rose bleakly on the next morning.
You awoke to the jarring sound of the alarm ringing in an empty, silent apartment.  Laying in bed, staring at the ceiling, you sighed, going through everything that happened a year ago, a month ago, a week ago. Wondering how things had escalated to this. It’s better not to overthink about it. When he comes back, we’ll either talk it out or fight it out.
Around ten, Jaebeom shot you a text informing you that he’d sent Jackson back.
You sat on the sofa, giving you a view of the front door. You would wait. Waste no time. Just get it over with. You were vaguely aware of your heartbeat in mild panic state.
At last, someone knocked, tried the door and opened it.
Jackson’s gaze fell on your stoic expression and he flinched. Slowly stepping in and removing his shoes making as little noise as possible, he stood in the doorway for a moment before sitting down on the other end of the sofa.
Neither of you spoke.
You sensed him fumbling with his fingers, itching to say something.  
“I went to see him.”
You didn’t respond. He took your silence as invitation to continue.
“Every week. I—I don’t know why, to be honest. I just…” He shook his head. “I just felt some sort of attachment to him. I wanted him to get better. I really did.”
Your heart ached at his words. How could you be angry for this? For his compassion?
“When I went the day after he…” he broke off. “When I went, I was told…the news. And I didn’t know how to take it. I couldn’t say goodbye. I couldn’t believe that anyone would give up on him.” He drew in a deep breath, still clearly anxious at your silence. “Deep down I guess I knew that there was nothing we could do and it was easier to…end his suffering, but…I didn’t want to accept it, I guess. I know that sounds silly, but—”
“It’s not silly.”
He paused, hesitant. Your voice was rough from lack of use.
“Ah.” He scratched the back of his neck. “I…I shouldn’t have, but I think I just put my resentment on whoever his emergency contact was, you know? I guess I figured they made the decision.” You felt tears beginning to form but your blinked them away. “I really didn’t know it was you. Or that you weren’t—”
“I know, Jackson.” You finally looked up at him. He was on the edge of his seat, worried but hopeful. “The boys told me everything. I just wish you hadn’t lied.”
“So do I,” he said sincerely.
The two of you stared at each other, not saying anything. Jackson seemed ready for an outburst, a single sentence that you weren’t going to forgive him.
“Why would you do that, though?” You spat, slamming your hand down onto the cushions. Jackson jumped, startled.
“I’m really sorry, Y/N, I didn’t think—”
“Do you have any idea how worried I was when you didn’t come home last night?”
“—find out…wait, what?” He was dumbfounded. “Oh.”
“I was this close to calling the police, you know that? I don’t even know how many gods I thanked when Jaebeom called saying you had crashed at his place. Why do you have to go and get drunk, huh? Why do you have to put yourself in danger like that?”
Jackson visibly relaxed, a small smile breaking across his lips. “I’m so sorry. Does this mean I’m forgiven?”
“You’re so stupid.” And you stretched your arms out for a hug. He melted into it, holding you tight so he’d never let you go. “He would have loved you, too,” you murmured into his shoulder.
He drew back, eyes uncharacteristically serious. That was a grand statement you had just made. But you weren’t going to withdraw that. You knew it was true.
“Does-does that mean you—love me?” Jackson spluttered, blotches of red forming on his cheeks. And then you realized exactly what you had said.
“What? No,” you retorted defensively, pushing him away. “What are you talking about? I never said anything like that.” And then you jumped up to run away, squirming out of his firm grasp. His fingers found your sides and you burst out gasping.
Laughter rung through the still apartment.
There was happiness again.
-
“Hyung, you called Y/N yesterday?”
“Yeah, I did. You think your flatmate wouldn’t be worried about you?”
“What did you say?”
“Ha. I didn’t say anything. Why? Should I have told Y/N you were saying “I love you” in your sleep?”
-
“Yeah, Jinyoung, I’ll be there, don’t worry so much,” you spoke into the phone you balanced on your shoulder. Your hands were busy washing out the dishes you’d used for lunch. “How’s Jaebeom doing?” You hummed as your senior (now graduated, big whoop, whatever, ugh) went into an explanation on how his boyfriend’s cat woke them up yowling at three in the morning because she got herself stuck on top of the display cabinet and he couldn’t go back to sleep.
“Is Jackson there?” he asked you. You wiped your hands hastily on a washcloth before taking your phone in your hand and stepping over to the window.
“No, he had a morning shift,” you informed him. “He was supposed to be here by now, come to think of it.” You glanced out, wondering where he might be.
“Ah, okay. Remind him to come tomorrow, too.” Jinyoung paused. “Wait, is it a good idea to bring Jacks? Do you think he’ll be too loud? I don’t want to blow this—”
“Jinyoung, relax,” you reassured. “Jaebeom’s parents already love you, I don’t see why you’re so afraid—”
“That’s when we were just friends!” He cried, panic evident in his tone. “I don’t even know what they’ll say about this!”
Your phone made a funny beeping noise. “Jinyoung, you’ll be fine. I promise you. I’ll call you back, okay? I’m getting another call.” You hung up on him to see an unknown number calling. Without thinking twice, you answered. “Hello?”
“Excuse me, is this Jackson Wang’s emergency contact?”
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A/N: *bowing* I’m very sorry.
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orbmanson7 · 5 years
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Episode ten time!
-im sorry THIS EPISODE IS CALLED WONDERWALL?? are you fucking serious
-"i feel like I'm gonna cry" same
-WAIT do they actually have Parents?? Since when????
-why would you cut your hair after getting dumped, I'm so confused...
-ITS REWIND TIME
-i.. how did you FORGET THAT YOU KISSED HIM YOU FUCKING MORON
-"oh shit" is right
-THE OP GOT ME AGAIN, SON OF A BITCH NO, why the hell does that startle me WHYY
-i can't fucking believe uenoyama actually spaced enough to fORGET kissing mafuyu, hope mafuyu is morosecual because CHRIST
-"what killed you" his own stupidity, apparently
-nobody uses flash drives anymore, come on now THAT IS A FAST EDIT JOB DAMN
-yall really love mafuyu's voice, huh, can't blame ya there
-uh ohhhh trouble in paradise
-"if I'm gonna die, might as well be young"
-PUPPY NAME IS KENDAMA I LOVE WITH ALL OF MY HEART AND SOUL OH GOD
-also uenoyama chill for five seconds, dude
-his hands are probably cold, omg
-SADNESS IS STORED IN THE SKINNY BOI
-"my fellow citizens" stfu
-DONT PUT THE LAPTOP OVER THE GRILL
-ayyy opening act, hell yeah!!
-true, gotta know the plan here...
-"did he even understand the question" well...
-"it was really hot" NOT THE WORDS I WAS EXPECTING, BUT GO ON.... "much hotter than I imagined"
-theyre gonna change their band name?? Aw but I liked the seasons. what are they changing it to??
-GIVEN
-son of a bitch, y'all got me, y'all got me good
-THEY PUT IT ON YOUTUBE pfft nice
-a random playlist, that's how you wind up with 17 "whats up pussycats" don't do that
-"you got razors in your fingers?" I fucking wish, could you imagine
-OH NOOO did he really fucking cry like that after the show? Wow, poor kiddo
-"the right kind of trigger" wtf are you on about
-AWW he's in super shoujo mode, calm down boy, just cuz you FORGOT UOU KISSED HIM LIKE A DUMBASS
-"don't be a psycho and jump into the ocean" good advice
-oh boy, you're gonna break him, mafuyu...
-you kinda jumped from Like to LOVE in five seconds, but gotta admire that level of bravery, dude
-god this puppy dog is the cutest damn thing in the world
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We are sitting on a metal boat, on a collision course to our death with only one lifejacket, one lifeboat and only one seat. he kept telling me over and over again "I'll die with you, if we both can't fit on this lifeboat we will die together, I'm not leaving you alone." I grip onto his hands while grabbing onto the lifejacket "please wear this, just to make me feel better" I ask him softly, he puts it on "I'm not leaving you, are you listening? I'm not leaving you." I walk him over to the lifeboat "can you see if there is any supplies on here to possibly save us?" I ask, he nodded his head, before he moved I gave him one last kiss, he looked at me lovingly and confused before he hesitantly hopped onto the lifeboat, searching around for something. I slowly walked over to the button, tears streaming down my face. As I stood next to the button, raising my hand he spoke up "what are you doing?!?!? don't do it please!" he said moving to get off the boat, but I slammed my hand onto the button, sending the lifeboat down onto the ocean surface along with my heart shattering on the ground, tears wouldn't stop falling as I heard him scream "NOOOO! WHY DID YOU DO THIS! WHYY!" I walk over to the edge tears blurring my vision as looked towards my fatal destination then down to him saying "I love you more than anything on this earth, I love you. You are everything I dreamt of and more, oh so much more. I can't picture my life without you. However I will not let you die." I walked towards the front of the boat, forgetting him in the water, he was safe. My world, my everything, my heart in human form was safe and that's all I could ask for. As I stood here, knowing my love was safe, I could finally greet death with open arms..
p.s.w // excerpt from a book i'll never write #256
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For the character thing I'm back and I ask for Bonbyx
BOYMAN
favorite thing about them: This is gonna sound so odd but I think his character development over the years is really funny. When I initially made him he was supposed to be flamboyant to an odd extreme and (since he started as a Homestuck oc) kind of ruthless when it came to taking lives. Now hes just a nice gay man who has a job and an appartment and a vine account. Bonbyx went from a villain-coded good guy psychopath to a nice man who takes in strays and just wants to watch reality tv with his boyfriend.
least favorite thing about them: Hes HARD TO DRAW I can never figure out if I want him to have a super square or a more diamond jaw so I draw him super inconsistently 😔🤟🏻
favorite line: “I dont like the implication that my boyfriend would fuck the ocean.” & “Whyis it ALWAYS sex with you two, can’t my grandma just have a lovely picknick orwhatever with my incredibly handsome gerontophile of a babysitter?”
brOTP: FERUME, LEVI & RAMPHA
OTP: Hydroh 💚💜💚💜
random headcanon: Hes still really into chemistry and physics (like he was when he was still a troll) but its just a normal hobby now, rather than a necessity for making powerful weapons
unpopular opinion: Him being a sex god is only a joke he makes, he has a very average libido.
song i associate with them: MOST MIKA SONGS
favorite picture of them:
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Coronavirus US: 24 Jersey Shore lifeguards test positive
Two dozen Jersey Shore lifeguards tested positive for COVID-19 after they were out partying, said local officials.
Lifeguards from beach patrols in Harvey Cedars and Surf City on Long Beach Island, a popular barrier island community and tourist destination south of Ocean County on the New Jersey Shore, were reported to have tested positive for the coronavirus last week and have been ordered to quarantine.
Harvey Cedars Mayor Jonathan Oldham said the borough clerk was notified of the coronavirus cluster Thursday by the Long Beach Island Health Department, which is operated by the Ocean County Health Department. 
Oldham said he wasn’t sure how the lifeguards became infected. 
Pictured are members of the Harvey Cedars Beach Patrol. Health officials said a dozen lifeguards from Harvey Cedars and Surf City tested positive for COVID-19 and are now under quarantine orders
An unidentified member of the Harvey Cedars Beach Patrol is pictured watching over the surf in an image taken before 24 lifeguards tested positive for COVID-19
Harvey Cedars Mayor Jonathan Oldham said the borough clerk was notified of the coronavirus cluster Thursday by the Long Beach Island Health Department, which is operated by the Ocean County Health Department. Beachgoers are pictured on the Jersey Shore 
An aerial photo of the Jersey Shore with beach goers enjoying the sand and surf. Harvey Cedars Mayor Jonathan Oldham said he wasn’t sure how the lifeguards became infected
‘I just heard that they were together, exactly where they were or what it was, I’m not sure, but I’m under the understanding that they were together at an event,’ Oldham told NJ.com Friday. 
The affected lifeguards on LBI will not return to their jobs until cleared by doctors, local officials said. 
LBI Health Department Director Daniel Krupinski provided a few more details about the lifeguards when he spoke to radio station WHYY.  
‘The health department started receiving reports of COVID-19 activity among Surf City lifeguards on Saturday, July 18 and Harvey Cedars lifeguards on Sunday, July 19,’ Krupinski said. 
‘We have reason to believe the case activity stems from common social gatherings outside of work on July 12 and 14.’ he explained in an interview with the NPR station on Friday.  
New Jersey has had more than 181,000 confirmed cases of COVID-19, which has been blamed for more than 15,000 deaths. That’s the second highest death total after New York, where the total is more than double.
LBI Health Department Director Daniel Krupinski said his agency started receiving reports of ‘COVID-19 activity among Surf City lifeguards on Saturday, July 18 and Harvey Cedars lifeguards on Sunday, July 19’ 
Despite the staggering number of people lost to the deadly virus, New Jersey has has made significant progress combatting the coronavirus outbreak, with its daily transmission rate below a key benchmark of 1 and fewer people being hospitalized, NJ.com reported.
Gov. Phil Murphy also noted on Friday that the state has seen its number of new cases drop for a full two weeks. 
Beaches, boardwalks, lakes, and lakeshores in New Jersey have been allowed to reopen, as restrictions imposed to contain the pandemic have been relaxed, but only as long as social distancing is enforced.   
Ocean County, where LBI is located, has had more than 10,000 cases and more than 1,000 deaths. 
Despite the quarantined lifeguards, LBI beaches will still be fully staffed with lifeguards, according to officials. Visitors stroll a boardwalk along the Jersey Shore after beaches were reopened with COVID-19 restrictions
Others who learned about the cluster among Long Beach Island’s lifeguards last week included Surf City Borough Councilman Peter Hartney.  
Hartney said that a dozen beach patrol members testing positive for COVID-19 was not a concern, NJ.com reported. The two beach patrols combined have about 100 members.
‘My concern is just the general outbreak of the virus,’ he said.
Beaches are still expected to be fully staffed with lifeguards, according to officials. 
Beach patrol members are ‘instructed to follow a strict protocol of social distancing, and were each staffed with a Personal Protection Fanny Pack, including ample disinfectant wipes and face coverings,’ the borough of Harvey Cedars explained on its website. 
‘Lifeguards’ according to the site, sit in separate chairs, six feet or more apart, ‘with their own equipment, and with a perimeter of at least 6 feet between the Lifeguard chairs and beachgoers.’
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11 Questions
I was tagged by @owlsshadows - Thanks for the tag!
1.    On a scale of 1 to 10, how afraid you are of 2018 and why?
1.5? I’ve been wracked over the coals the last year and a half or so and I am finally in a semi-stable place with only minimal contact with prior abusers. It’ll be dropping to near negative contact with one when I find a new job/move (again *deep sigh*) ^_^ So if anything, I’m feeling rather hopeful rather than scared. Plus I got my Big Trip at the end of the month to look forward to!
2.    Are you prone to procrastinate, and if yes, what do you do instead of being a functional human?
I’m not a serious procrastinator, just a mild one if anything. When I was in college, I would turn papers in early. I’m that person. But I’ve learned recently not to treat myself as a machine that does everything perfectly so I don’t see it as procrastination, but more like getting myself in a good place to do the work I need to do well.
That being said, I typically read the news or scroll endlessly on social media until It Is Time To Do The Things.
3.    Pick one movie/show that you could watch 100+ times and never get bored of it. What is it and why did you pick it?
Omg this isn’t fair I hate movies and TV, and I hate repetitive information. Ummmmm.... something Disney? I guess??? Those movies were made to be repeated over and over and at least you can sing along! ^_^
4.    Would you rather fight one giant goose or a murder of crows?
The idea of a murder of crows coming at me is terrifying on so many levels, so I’m going to say the giant goose. If I am victorious, I can put it in the oven with an orange glaze later on! XD
5.    Which continent would you rather sink in the ocean (you must pick one)?
Well, I think it is already sinking so probably Antarctica.
6.    What are your opinions on millennial humour?
I love grim humor as well as the next guy but I have to agree with Jen: There’s a cut off point. It hurts me when I see people I care about talking about themselves so poorly and once you fall in that humor hole, it’s hard to drag yourself back out of it. If you don’t have confidence in yourself and your abilities, who will?
7.    Which day of the week (other than monday) do you loathe the most and why?
Probably Thursday because IT IS NOT QUITE FRIDAY YET WHYY???
8.    What is your favourite snack?
Raspberries or chocolate or both! 
9.    If you were stranded on a deserted island, and you could only have 3 items on you, which were those?
Depends on the type of island? Something to make fire/keep me warm; flares; satellite phone. This girl was raised in the wilds of Alaska - she is getting home with all her fingers and toes, thank you very much.
10.  If you were stranded on a deserted island with one fictional character, who would it be and why?
Probably Obi. He’d make sure we’d stay alive at the very least. And if fandom fics are anything to go by, he’s also warm XD (This User Hates The Cold)
11.  Would you pet a shiba right now?
Every day is the Best Day to pet a doggo. Shiba or otherwise! :D
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Secret Santa
Also for @askladarmin  haha you thought the comic was it? No. I also wrote you three lil’ fanfics. There’s some starco and tomco. I hope you like these too!!!
Once Upon a December
“Come on.”
“No.”
“COME ON, MARCO.”
“I AM NOT ABOUT TO RISK MY LIFE LIKE THIS.”
Star and Marco were at an ice skating rink on this cold December evening. They decided to pay Earth a visit, and while they were there Star noticed a poster for an outdoor ice rink in a city not too far from Echo Creek. Neither of them have ever skated but Marco didn’t ever want to. When he was younger he saw someone get their fingers broken by someone who accidentally skated over them and swore to himself to never skate and risk getting his fingers broken, but now here was Star telling him to face his fear.
“YOU’RE GONNA BE FINE. Just make sure that if you fall you make a fist like this!” she made a fist, “That way no one can chop off your fingers!”
“But what if I don’t make the fist in time?! AND I LOSE MY HAND FOREVER?!?!?”
“Dude, you’re broken your hand before in karate. I don’t think fingers would be any different.”
“THAT WAS DIFFERENT! Ohh I can still remember the sound…” Although he was young at the time, Marco still remembers the sound of that poor skater’s fingers breaking. Sometimes at night he can hear the cracking sound echo in the depths of his memories.
“UGH. If I get you some gloves will you get on the ice with me?”
“F-fine. If it’ll get you to stop bugging me about it.” Star came back later with some thicc gloves.
“There! Now will you join me?”
“O-ok.” he said reluctantly.
The ice was a lot more slippery than either of them could have imagined.
“M-marco I don’t think this was such a good idea.” said Star.
“OH NO, NO, NO. You got me into this, so now we finish thiIIII---!” Marco crashed into Star and they both fell down.
“It’s easier if you hold hands with someone!” shouted someone outside the rink.
“You wanna try it?” asked Star.
“Yeah. Anything to save my fingers.” .
They held hands. Very tightly. After a few minutes, Star got the hang of walking. Marco was barely moving at all. He was just letting Star pull him forward. Star went faster and faster as they progressed.
“Hey, could you maybe slow down?” asked the frightened Diaz.
“I don’t know. Could you maybe MOVE YOUR FEET?” she noticed he wasn’t moving. She saw through his lies. She can see through your lies too, askladarmin.
“Look, maybe  if I let go--”
“DON’T YOU DARE LET ME GO!”
“I’m sorry-it’s for your own good.” Star pried his hand of hers and pushed him away. Marco was very scared and felt his life flashing before his eyes. This is it. This is where it ends, he thought. Luckily, it didn’t end here.
“Just try to to stand.” said Star. After a few minutes he was able to stand still without falling.
“There you go! Now that wasn’t so hard was it?”
Marco glared back in response.
“Now what do I do?” he asked bitterly.
“Now march. Like this!” and so he marched. He was getting the hang of it.
“And now, SKATE!” she glided all the way to the other side of rink. She was using magic, of course, to propel herself.
“WHAT?! You know what, I’m just gonna get off. This is too much.”
“NO YOU AREN’T!!!!!” Star ran and jumped on Marco, causing them both to fall.
“What are you doing?!” he asked
“HELPING YOU ACHIEVE YOUR DREAMS. GET UP.”
With a lot of trouble, he managed to stand up again.
“Skate slide help him glide!” She did a spell that added tiny rockets to his skates and he went zoomed forward until he crashed into the wall on the other side.
W-whyy..?” he asked himself weakly.
“OH MY GOD I’M SO SORRY!!!” Star exclaimed.
“Can I please, just LEAVE?” she undid the spell.
“Lets just hold hands again.”she suggested.
“What? But I don--”
“I’m serious. Come on. We’ll go slow. Just hold my hand and let yourself glide.” he was too tired argue. He managed enough strength to hold on tight to her.
He did what she said and just let himself glide with her, taking occasional steps. The sun had set and the stars were appearing. The lights were also turning on. At first they glowed a soft ocean blue that shined throughout the rink and reflected off the ice. The music also slowed down. They didn’t talk but they did get a little closer, while gently holding each other’s hand. Marco wasn’t as scared of falling anymore. It was becoming a sort of dream. He started to actually skate now. The lights changed color constantly. From pure white to a hazy purple and into a blood moon ball red. When it turned purple again, the song changed. This time it was Once Upon a December. Now it really felt like a dream. They both dared to glide on only one leg. It was wobbly but it felt right. Dancing bears, painted wings. Things I almost remember. And a song, someone sings once upon a December. Star tried to skate backwards while grabbing both of Marco’s hands. They both moved together, changing feet to the beat of the song. Figures dancing gracefully, across my memory. She used her magic to make them spin a little. Their eyes were locked and both of them felt so calm. Someone holds me safe and warm, horses prance through the silver storm. They went on for the rest of the song. When it was over, they put their arms around each other as they kept skating. There weren’t many people left inside the rink. Most of them left when Star used her magic. Just as they were both about to leave Star noticed something on Marco’s hoodie. She thought it was dandruff at first but noticed that it was actually snow. They both looked up at it. They go out of the rink and climbed onto the nearest roof. They sat down together, sharing a giant fuzzy blanket and leaned on each other as they watched the snow fall, hypnotized by the sight of it slowly piling up, listening to the ever so faint thump, thump. After an hour of watching the snow they both fell asleep on that roof, cuddling under the warm blanket. The snow continued to slowly blanket the ground.
“Ugghhh. What time is it?” Marco woke up first. He was also first to fall asleep. He turned and saw that Star was still asleep. He poked the heart on her cheek.
“Boop.”
“AH NAW WE’RE LATE FOR SCHOOL!” Star exclaimed, before realizing where she was or what day it was (Saturday).
“Good morning to you too. Why did you bring this blanket in the first place?” he pointed towards the warm blankie on them.
“What? Oh. I ate a fortune cookie yesterday and it said to always be prepared.”
“I thought you didn’t believe in fortune cookies anymore.”
“I don’t. But I had a feeling this one meant something. And what do you know! Here we are.”
“Let’s head back home.”
“Ok. Hey, aren’t you glad you came after all? Huh? Huh? You know you liked it.”
“Ehhh it was ok but I wouldn’t do it again.”
“Aww..”  
“But, I guess it wouldn’t be so bad to come again. W-with you, I mean.”
“Aww, Marcooo…” there were tears of joy in her eyes. Marco looked away. But let’s be honest we all know he’s blushing a little. Our sweet Marco is too good for this world. Too pure.
That one was inspired by an outdoor skating rink by my house. Now, here’s another one!
Stump Day Fight
Ah, Stump day. A wonderful day to remember to keep the stump in your heart and let it lead the way. StarFan13, Star, Janna, Tom, Marco, Kelly, and Ponyhead were outside planning on having a snowball fight.
¨Alright! Let's split into teams! Janna you're with me!¨ said Star
¨Sweet.¨ said Janna.
¨Hey, why didn't you pick me?¨
¨I’m sorry Marco, but Janna´s probably better at this.¨
For the next few minutes they decided on teams. In the end the teams were Marco, Kelly, Ponyhead and Star, Janna, StarFan13. Tom didn´t want to play.
¨The game will start in three minutes everyone!¨ said Star.
¨Ok so you all know the rules you just attack each other with thE COOKIES I FORGOT TO MAKE STUMP DAY COOKIES! UH YOU ALL PLAY WITHOUT ME. TOM, YOU´RE ON MY TEAM.
¨Wait--what? But I don't want to-¨ said Tom to no avail.
¨So, is everyone ready TO PLAY?¨ yelled Ponyhead.
¨I think I´ll pass.¨ answered Tom.
¨What's the big deal? It's just a game.¨ said Marco.
¨Look, I just don't like snow, ok?¨ said Tom.
¨What, are scared of snow or something?¨
¨Boi don´t do it. I like drama but don´t do it.¨ said Pony. Marco didn't listen to reason. He was still salty about the whole Naysaya curse. And now, it was time for VENGEANCE.
¨What-why would I be scared of snow? I just don't want to play.¨ Tom wasn't lying. He really just wasn't a fan of snow. He didn't see what was so special about it.
¨It seems to me like you´re scared.¨ Marco knew this was sort of a petty argument, but he was afraid that this would be his only chance to get back at him.
¨You know what? I don't have time to deal with your childishne---!¨ Marco threw a snowball right at Tom's beautiful face. Although he's been improving on his anger issues, who wouldn't be mad at a snowball in the face.
¨OOOOHHHHH I kind of want to see this unfold now.¨ said Pony.
¨Ok, you want to fight? FINE.¨
Oh, foolish Marco. Only a few months have passed and he already forgot that Tom had a very strong arm, as he proved to him in ping-pong. He could throw a snowball with the same strength of a paintball gun.
Tom also had good aim and threw many painfull snowballs at Marco.
¨ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?¨ Tom asked. Marco hid behind a tree to prepare a snowball and tried to throw it at him.
¨NOW I AM HAHah..huh?¨ Tom wasn't there. Where was he? On the top of a tree, that’s where.
¨GOT YOU NOW, BITCH!¨ Tom jumped off the tree and towards him. Marco didn't even have time to process what was happening before Tom was on top of him.
¨OW! GET OFF ME!¨
¨ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?¨ Tom actually was happy despite not liking snowball fights. He was even laughing. Partially because of the fun and partially because he caught Marco.
Marco didn't respond. He just stared back at Tom's red eyes. He also just noticed that he had ear piercings. Tom was also at a loss for words now, and couldn't help but admire his cute little birthmark. What he didn't notice was Marco gathering snow into his right hand and throwing it back at Tom’s face.
¨Got you.¨ he said softly.
¨Seriously? I´m done. Bye. Thanks for the good fight. Hope the stump gets you tonight.¨ Tom headed back towards the castle, but not before Janna said something.
¨Well if you ever cheat on Star at least I know who it´ll be with.¨ Janna said with a smirk. Dang Janna why you so smooth...
¨No. Don't even think about it.¨ he responded.
Janna didn’t, but Tom sure thought about it. He tried to convince himself that the idea of being with Marco was a silly one, but we all know they would make an adorable couple.
There was some fluff for you! Here’s a more serious one. This one takes place in the episode Deep Dive
Lost Again
Ohhh… what happened?
“Look.” said Janna, pointing towards the map of the dimensions.
“Wait, where is that on the map?” oh no oh no where did she go?!
“I don’t know, she’s off the map.” Janna was getting nervous too.
Star started to head towards a weird portal. Oh no.
“Star? No, no, no, no, no. DON’T GO IN THERE!!!!!”
AAAHHHH the screen blacked out! Now what do I do?!?
“I’M GOING IN!” I ripped a portal open and jumped in, but I can’t find her. Of course I can’t go! I don’t know where the heck she is!
“What happened where is she?”
“I can’t get to her with the scissors if I don’t know where she is.”
Oh no no no no no noooooooooOOOOO! Now what?! WHAT IF SHE GETS LOST IN THAT PORTAL?! What if there’s some bad guys there?! What if I never see her again? I failed her, didn’t I?!. I failed as her squire. My only job is to help and protect her and I screwed up. Now she’s lost in who knows where and I have no way to find her. I failed her as a friend. Again.
This isn’t the first time I’ve lost her, is it? First it was Merberty when she flew away with Oscar, then again when she ran away from the cops. Then again when she left earth without a warning just before summer break. Then again when Ludo took her away to ask for help with his wand. And again when Toffee trapped her inside the wand. Then again, and again, and again. And what did I do? Nothing. All I ever do is worry. All those times that I’ve lost her I was never the one to bring her back. She always did it by herself. I couldn’t help as a friend and now I can’t even help as a squire. UGH WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME? No. I won’t just stand by while she’s off somewhere in trouble! Not again. I need to do something. Something…
“Hey what if we use Glossaryck?” asked Janna. Ugh he’s useless. Which he proved to her by yelling globgor.
“You’re a disgrace to magic.” Janna said.
Magic. Wait--magic... If Ludo could use magic.. Then I should be able to.. I walked over to her wand. It’s almost like I’m looking at her instead of a wand. I picked it up.
“OHHH YOU’RE GONNA DIE.”
I don’t care. I don’t care if the room explodes or if I turn to stone. Right now, this is my only option. I’m not just gonna stand by this time. I’m gonna do something. I’m gonna bring her back. I won’t leave her alone. We’ll be together again like the moon and stars at night. I’m gonna help you this time Star. 
I take a deep breath before I dive into whatever might happen.
Here I go.
AAAHHH These were fun to write! I’m not much of a writer either but I hope these make you happy. Tell me what you think!!!
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sometimes I compare my boyfriend to Hades, and he thinks its adorable but he just doesn't get whyy - he thinks he's Poseidon, the myghty ocean badass. I don't think he understands what a not nyce god Poseidon was and what not-a-creep-deadbeat Hades was. he thinks I say it because Hades is sexyy and bad and it's a cutee lyttle kynk. it's because Hades is kind. and just and adores his wife. lyke... what's not to lyke?
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is this the official storyboard?!??! if so this is literally NOTHING like how i imagined it would go and its so fucking funny he’s just like “this isnt how i wanted it to go. bye. *fucking jumps into the ocean*”
#WHYIS HE IN THE OCEAN!???!?!! LMFAO#LIKE LITERALLY WHATS GOING ON HE JUMPS OUT OF THE OCEAN LIKE 20FT INTO THE AIR??#he's in the sky?? the star?? what the fuck'#THE ROCKET? THEYRE IN OUTERSPAACE?? WHAT#also olaf at the end.. isnt this like. years after frozen 1? shouldnt yall know by now that kristoff is like. a normal guy#like what olaf said sounds like anna and kristoff just met what LMAO#anyway this shit felt like a fever dream. i actually prefer the fanmade storyboards i saw?? LMFAO#LIKE WAHT WAS GOING ON HERE WHAT?#this was on the same level as like. upendi from lion king 2 but that like. worked bc it was 2d and like. idk. rafiki in general#this is like. humasn and .. fairly grounded aside from elsa's powers .. and also 3d so like. how would this even work in the end#like im trying to imagine this finalized and LMAO?#i mean yeah gee no wonder it was cut then but like. but why was it storyboarded like this in the first place..? LOL#tbh my first impression of this song was that it would be like a montage during the travel time when they were going to#the northern place. cant remember the name#i thought it'd be a montage of that. like the fire part would be the campfire or smth#and it was a montage of a bunch of failed proposal attempts#and then towards the end its kristoff talking to himself and anna just overheard him until shes like#oh fuck i cant listen to this anymore KRISTOFF WILL YOU MARRY ME#.. which explains why he's so shocked but then he's just like FUCK YEAH#like thats how i imagined it so to see this. fever dream....... LMFAO#brot posts
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chicand-geek-blog · 7 years
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8.11.17
SO, I've been trying to dress more androgynous/almost masculine lately and it's very liberating. It's like diving into a whole new ocean of fashion. Sometimes I feel like I have to dress very feminine to counteract the fact that I have very short hair, I was scared to look boyish, but then I realized that that's a bunch of BS. I just want to say that anyone should be able to look how they want to look and fuck anybody who tells you otherwise. AS A RESULT of my wardrobe and hair, TWO people misgendered me today, and I really don't care? It's their fault for being ignorant and I'm okay with looking masculine ( that was the whole point of my outfit!! I wore a white collared short sleeved shirt with blue floral accents and maroon skinny jeans ). On a side note, a friend of mine got his ears pierced today and people are telling him that he looks like a fuckboy. UM. TF. WHYY do people voice their dumbass opinions. If you're not about to be positive aSF, go home. BOI BYe. ok. end rant. have a good day. -M
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